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Massage Mat Ch. 01

By: KatieAnnBB



I guess I should start by introducing myself. I'm a 40-year-old widow who has been raising my teen age son single-handedly for 5 years now. My husband, Dan, died after an agonizing battle with cancer, but he left us well provided for, so we have had no material worries. My son has been great once we both got past the worst of the grieving, and he has done all he could to become the "man of the house." He's now 18, but even when he was younger he did a great job of being low-maintenance. He got good grades, stays out of serious trouble and has good friends. At the moment he's living at home with me and working to help save money for college.

I work hard at my job, and find that to be a good way to channel my life's energies at the moment. Although friends continue to encourage me to date, I do not find the prospect appealing at all. I don't feel a great void in my life, but do yearn for physical touch--everything from hugs to sexual relations. That is the hardest thing to integrate into my present life in a healthy way.

My wonderful son, Jason, gave me a very thoughtful Christmas present this year, but I'm sure he never foresaw what use I would find for it, and what it would mean for us. 

I've had some backaches recently, and I can't get massages as often as I'd like--I absolutely adore them. One day in the mall we looked at massage chairs, and Jason wanted to get one for me to use. He was really disappointed to find out how much they cost--they were way too expensive for his meager budget.

For my Christmas present, though, he found a massage mat that lays on the bed and massages from head to toe. There's also a heat setting that is wonderful. The massage comes from 7 points along the body, and one can vary the intensity of vibration. There are also settings to focus the vibration at one area or another, or to let it move wave-like along the mat at various speeds. It's great for a sore back.

The other day, I had done a vigorous workout and was feeling a little tired and achy. Jason was at his friends' house for the evening, so I took a hot bath and relaxed. When I came back into the bedroom, I saw the mat and decided to have a massage. 

I slipped off my robe, laid down on the mat face-up and started the heat and slow vibration. I could feel the vibrations radiating through my body, and felt wonderfully relaxed. I pulled the blanket up over my naked body, and closed my eyes. After a brief time, I started the wave vibration slowly.

I must have dozed off for a minute or two, and when I awoke I realized that the wave vibrations were feeling very good when they reached my buttocks. In fact, I realized that I was having feelings that I had not experienced in quite some time. I smiled to myself and set the vibrations to remain in that area--I was curious to see how these feelings might develop.

The vibrations soon had me feeling more sexually aroused. I had always loved having my ass stroked as part of foreplay, and the vibrations were doing the same job for me. I went back to the wave setting but made it faster and with stronger vibrations. This became incredibly teasing and served only to heighten my arousal.

Again, I focused the vibrations on my ass and turned them up. My nipples swiftly became erect and I knew that I needed to have an orgasm to relieve the rapidly building tension. I reached up with my hands and began to work my nipples--teasing, pulling twisting and squeezing them.

I increased the vibrations, squeezed my thighs tightly together and began rotating my hips. I had never masturbated this way, but the slow buildup was tantalizing in a way that I loved. When using my hand, I just rubbed furiously and came quickly, but this was so much more like fucking. Building tension in my legs, feeling the sensations build slowly and most of all just feeling so sexy as I fucked my hips in slow, circles. I began to feel like a filthy slut and loved it. I imagined a long line of men just waiting to get inside me, begging to be next. The first was a large, self-assured, muscular man with a huge erection. He pushed the others out of the way and said simply, "she's mine."

He climbed on top of me and entered swiftly and deeply--no fooling around. He had a very smug look on his face and was clearly enjoying having me at his mercy and totally available for his personal use. Once he entered me, however, he found that my pussy was wet, warm and tight in a way that was giving him difficulties. Combined with my pelvic movements, he quickly found that his dick got hugely erect and the head began to swell. He slowed his thrusting, hoping to last longer, but my pussy did it's deadly work and he was soon shooting gobs of semen deeply inside me. With a defeated look, he let his limp dick slip out of me.

The other men laughed softly as he proved to not have the goods to back up his egotistical behavior. Another guy took advantage of the pause and moved into position. He fared no better than the first man: my pussy quickly milked him dry. Numbers three, four, five, six, seven and eight did no better. By this time, by ass and thighs were covered with the sperm that they all shot in me. In reality, I was grinding my hips hard and began to feel my arousal building to its climax.

Becoming aware of the mat again, I raised the vibrations to maximum. I placed the heel of my hand against my pussy and pressed down firmly as I continued to grind my hips. I was close.

I now saw myself lying in a large field, freshly plowed and ready for planting. The damp, black earth smelled delightfully musky and reached around my body caressingly as I settled deeply into it. I was aware of a planting machine in the distance. It moved forward slowly, stopped and then a large tool extended down and rotated slowly as it buried the seed deeply in the earth. The machine moved forward a few inches and the large tool again thrust down into the soft, yielding earth. I was directly in its path, but felt no urge to move. The earth gripped me in its secure, warm, embrace.

I continued to rotate, burying my ass deeper into the earth, even as the machine moved over me. I smiled as I looked up and saw the beautiful, large tool that would bury seed into me and the fertile earth.

The machine hummed softly as he extended his tool. It began rotating as it descended toward me, gently parting my aching lips and entering the space where the men had failed so miserably. It continued to bore into both me and the rich earth as I eagerly rotated my groin toward it. I realized that the beautifully competent machine was my husband, Dan, come back to me in a supremely healthy and virile body. I began moaning as my orgasm began, my body shuddering, arching, receiving, aching for more penetration as Dan drilled his seed deeply into my fertile body--my body that was one with the mother of us all, the good, rich earth.

Massage Mat Ch. 02



As I came down from my powerful orgasm, I was swept over by a wave of nostalgia and bittersweet memories--thinking of how wonderful things had been with Dan before his illness. I missed him terribly, even after five years, but I was happy that we had had so many wonderful memories and had produced a fine son.

I gradually became aware, though, that there were sounds in the house. This was strange, as Jason was not supposed to have been at home. I put on my robe and went into the hall. JasonÕs door was closed, but I could hear him rustling around. I was horrified that he might have seen something, but even more concerned that something was wrong with him.

I knocked softly on his door and asked, ÒJason, are you in there?Ó "Uh, yeah, mom." came the reply. "What on earth are you doing home? I thought you were at TylerÕs.Ó ÒI was, mom, but I came home to get my Madden Õ13 game.Ó

Jason popped out of his room brandishing his pride and joy football game. "It's still ok if I stay over at Tyler's, right?" he asked. "Of course it is. I was just surprised that you came home." Jason gave me a quick hug and said, "Ok. Cool, mom." Then added cryptically, I'm sorry I surprised you." He hurried off before I had a chance to respond.

After he had gone, I wondered what he had seen. Since I hadn't expected anyone and wasn't planning to masturbate, I didn't bother to close the bedroom door. Although we had not had an in-depth conversation about sex, I knew that he had some awareness and had found evidence of his masturbating in soiled bed linens and used tissues. I didn't want Jason to feel that he had done something wrong, but also didn't want to go into detail about something that he may not have even been aware of.  After pondering things for a bit, I gave up and went to bed for the evening.

I woke early, feeling refreshed and surprisingly sexually energized. I took a quick look at the time. Six-o'clock. Jason would be sleeping late at Tyler's and would be home close to lunchtime. I got up, used the bathroom and made sure the bedroom door was closed. I spent a lovely half-hour on the massage mat, this time using my hand to finish things off with several powerful orgasms. As before, I felt the presence of Dan penetrating me as I climaxed.

I had the house pretty well cleaned and lunch ready when Jason and Tyler arrived. We ate and the boys scooted upstairs. They had a hockey game that afternoon, and I was going to take them. The game was intense and the boys' team won with a last-minute goal. Tyler scored twice and Jason played a great game, too. I was really proud to see how Jason's teammates respected and admired him. We dropped Tyler off at his house and went home so Jason could shower.

"Would the hockey champion like to go out to celebrate his victory?" I asked. Jason beamed, "Yeah. That would be great, mom. How about Las Margaritas?" "Ok, kiddo. Get cleaned up and we'll make like Mexicans."

We had a nice dinner together and Jason chatted a bit about school and the hockey team--he also brought me up to date on the finer points of how he killed Tyler at Madden '13. When we got home, we sat together in the family room and watched some hockey on TV. After a few minutes, I could tell that there was something troubling Jason. "Is something wrong, Jason?" I asked, "It seems like something is on your mind."

He blushed crimson. "No, not really. I mean, nothing really muc..." his voice trailed off. "Well, I hope I have'Õt done anything to upset you, honey. If I did it wasn't intentional.Ó "Did I do something that you'd like to talk about?" That was about as far as I dared go to open the door to a discussion without entering the TMI zone.

"No. Everything's cool.Ó He clearly didn't feel comfortable, so I thought it better to let things drop. A short time later, we headed up to bed. I lay awake for some time, feeling vaguely uneasy about Jason's state of mind. I determined that I should at least look in to be sure he was ok. I opened my door and walked down the hall toward Jason's room. Before knocking, I paused. What I heard froze me in my tracks.

There was a regular, wet, slapping sound that I immediately recognized as the sound of a man masturbating. More startling was that my darling boy was grunting like a stud horse and moaning, "Oh my God, mom, you are so fucking sexy. I'm going to give you my fuckin load, baby. Fuck, fuck, ahhhhhhhhh shit."

I was horrified, of course, but also felt some emotions that I couldn't identify. Needless to say, I crept back to my room and closed the door. Clearly Jason was in no immediate danger. I, however, was in a state of utter confusion. I understood that an 18-year-old man would be masturbating--on quite a regular basis no doubt--but I had no idea why on earth Jason would choose me as the subject of his fantasies though. We had always had a good, open parent/child relationship and had grown somewhat closer after Dan's death but I couldn't think of any romantic interest that Jason ever evidenced.

Then it hit me: What if Jason had indeed seen me in the throes of passion last night? That might be enough to allow him to think of me as a female more than as his mother. I knew then that we would need to talk this out.

During breakfast the next morning, I chatted with Jason about trivial things. We also talked through the day. He had another hockey game and it was important, so I decided to postpone the conversation until the game was over. I thought it might be upsetting and wanted him to be able to be alone and undisturbed afterward.

I took him to the game and again was tremendously impressed with him. He was obviously the leader of the team and not only played extremely well but was inspiring his teammates and they clearly looked up to him. With a short time left in the game, he was hit with a vicious check that left him crumpled on the ice. My heart leaped into my mouth as the coaches ran out to him. His coach, though, immediately turned to me and gave me a thumbs-up and mouthed, "he[ll be ok" so I throttled back from "about-to-lose-my-mind" to "really worried."

After the game, he came out bent over slightly. As soon as he saw me he said, "Don't worry mom. I got my ribs bruised but I'm ok. Really. Besides, we won, so it's ok." I just ran to him and gave him a hug. "I'm so proud of you,Ó I told him, "but I was really, really worried that you might be seriously hurt." Jason put his arms around me and held me in a strong embrace. His face dropped forward into my hair and he said softly, "Don't ever worry about me. I'll be ok, and I'll always be here for you." I squeezed him and he gasped. "Ow. My ribs." "Baby, I'm so sorry," I apologized. "Buy me some Mexican again and we'll call it even," he grinned. 

He showered quickly and we headed out to the Mexican place. Again we had a nice dinner but his ribs were bothering him. I offered to let him use my massage mat when we got home, and he smiled.

When we returned home, I told him "Take another hot shower. It will relax your muscles and then the mat will feel really good."  He agreed, and I brought the mat to his room while he showered. As I laid it on his bed, I saw the semen stains on his blanket, apparently from last night's session. The stains were splattered for about two feet across the blanket, so he must have ejaculated powerfully. I simply laid the mat over the blanket and went back to my room to watch TV.

After a while, Jason knocked on my door. "What is it?" I asked. "Uh, mom, could you help me get this mat going?" "Sure," I said, "I'll be right in."

When I got to his room, Jason was in a pair of gym shorts, lying on his back on the mat and fiddling with the controller. He smiled at me, and said, "You're the expert with this thing. What do you recommend?" I replied, "Well, I'm not exactly an expert, but I think the heat would do your back a lot of good. That's the red button. Then you can get the vibration going and move it up and down with that green one."

"Ahhh." Jason sighed as the vibrations hit the right spot on his back. "There's also a wave setting and a control for the intensity of the vibrations here," I said, showing him the buttons. Jason started playing with the controls and giggling. "Hey, this tickles," he said. "Hee hee...butt vibes." I smiled, but reminded him, "this is supposed to be therapy for your back, not a toy." "I know," he said. Then he said something that sent chills up and down my spine. "So what setting did you have on the other night?" he asked innocently.

"I..I'm not sure what you mean, Jason," I replied. My voice shook a bit, and I could feel myself blushing. "Mom, when I came home to get my game I came upstairs and you were on your bed with the mat. You were really into it, so I just went to my room, but you totally looked like the famous scene from "When Harry Met Sally"--you know, the "I'll have what she's having" scene. I sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Ok. Busted. I didn't know if you saw that or not, but yes, I was "into it" with the mat. For some reason, it just got me going that evening. I would have talked with you about it sooner, but I didn't want to bring it up unnecessarily. I was, though, thinking that we do need to talk. You see, we're even, because I heard you last night.Ó

He blushed and asked, "What did you hear?" "Enough," I replied. "Jason, honey, I'm not offended or upset. Frankly, I'd be more concerned if you weren't masturbating at your age. I was just surprised to hear you seeming to be fantasizing about me." As soon as I said the word "masturbating," I could see a bulge appearing in Jason's shorts. By the time I had finished there was a full-fledged tent.

"Shit, mom. Busted. When I saw you the other night, I never saw anyone or anything more beautiful than you at that moment." He sat on the edge of his bed and looked directly at me. "I knew what you were doing, and I was so happy that you were feeling so good. When you started to call out dad's name, I thought that was so sweet. I wanted to give you a huge hug.Ó

I felt tears running down my face. "I only want the best for you and for you to be happy, Jason," I said, "You've always been the most important thing to me and to your dad.Ó

"I know, mom, and I'm really happy." He wiped the tears from my face. "I wish dad were here to take care of you and to make you happy too. But he's not and, well, I want to be sure that you have everything you need, too. You don't know how much I want to take care of you."

I couldn't control myself and started sobbing. Jason held me close and let me cry on his shoulder. After a few minutes I collected myself. I hugged him close and kissed his shoulder then his hair then his forehead. "Just be a good kid and you will make me the happiest woman on the planet," I told him. "Deal," he replied in a husky voice.

I stood up. "Ok, my wonderful son, it's bed time," I said firmly. "Ok, mother darling," he teased, "Your obedient son will go to bed. By the way, do you want your mat back?" he asked with a wink. ÒNo, thanks, I'm good. Use it on your back tonight." "Hm. I've got other things to take care of," he said, "Sure you don't have a need for the mat?" "I'm sure. Besides, I don't need a mat for everything," I said with a smile.

When I got back to my room, I slumped onto the bed in a haze of joy, grief and, God help me, arousal. Clearly my recent activities hadn't quenched my sexual thirst--rather, they seemed to have heightened it. I began to regret not having the mat, but realized that would only make the issues with Jason worse.

I got ready for bed and climbed under the covers, still not sure whether I wanted to finish myself. A light tap on the door brought my deliberations to an end. "Mom? Can I talk with you again?" Jason sounded upset.

I opened the door and let him in. He obviously had been crying and was upset. I sat him on the edge of my bed and asked him what was wrong. ÒI don't know. I just feel so bad," he mumbled. "I can't get you out of my mind. I think I'm going a little crazy. You're the best mom ever but I can't stop thinking about you like a girlfriend. I'm so sorry and I feel so perverted.Ó

My heart ached to see my wonderful son so upset, but I didn't know how to comfort him without making the problem worse. I decided to take a risk. Jason was worth it.

I took his beautiful face between my hands and looked into his eyes. "Jason darling," I began, "I am responsible for you having these feelings, and you have absolutely no reason to feel ashamed or perverted. Seeing me masturbating has unleashed a lot of feelings that you;re having trouble find a place for. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. You feel how you feel." I felt tears welling in my eyes.

"I'm ashamed to say that I also desire you as a man. I shouldn't, and you've done nothing to encourage those feelings in me--in all of this you have been much more "adult" than I. Nevertheless, this is how I feel.

"I do know, though, that to act on these feelings would dishonor your father--he wanted both of us to be great people, not purveyors of incest. So you and I must work together to find a place where we can honor our feelings, each other and dad.Ó By this time, I was sobbing.

Jason reached out and embraced me as I sobbed uncontrollably. He too, was crying and I felt his tears on my neck as he pulled my head to his chest. In spite of everything that I had just said, I couldn't help responding to him as I would to any man who showed himself to be a strong, protective and comforting person. I cursed myself for my weakness and immaturity, but was helpless--and I knew that I was at the mercy of Jason's maturity and judgement. 

Somehow, accepting my feelings calmed me down, and once I stopped sobbing, Jason quieted too. We remained in a silent embrace, both afraid of what might happen next. I felt Jason pulling me closer and stroking my hair, and then I felt myself falling into a void. I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them I saw a raging erection flourishing in Jason's shorts.

"Oh God, mom," Jason gasped, "I can't help it." The look on his face was a mixture of lust and pain. That galvanized me into action. I knew that I couldn't stop this completely, but I thought that I might be able to re-direct it in a way that would allow us both to escape relatively undamaged.

"I know, baby," I said. I looked directly into his eyes. I wanted his desire for me to be at a fever pitch. "You are a man and you know when you want a woman. And you are totally hot, baby." Jason pulled me in for a kiss, but I played hard to get. "No, not yet. First I want to see what you've got under the hood." I pulled his dick out of his shorts. I sprang straight up against his belly. Excellent. He would not be able to last for more than a few seconds.

"Show me what you were doing the other night, baby," I whispered in his ear. I took his strong hand and wrapped it around his throbbing shaft. To make sure he got the idea, I jacked it up and down a couple of times. "Show me how you beat off thinking about me."

He was instantly beyond the point of self-control and began moving his hand up and down. He looked into my eyes with an air of desperation. "That's it. That's my man. Show me how a real man does it," I encouraged him. He suddenly kissed me and I felt myself go weak, then my whole body was shaking. "Ahhh," I heard him moan as we kissed. I broke the kiss and watched his hand, now a blur, pump his shaft. I stroked his chest and played with his nipples. "I know you need to let it go, baby. Do it. Get it all out of your system. Let go for your mom."

Jason looked at me with a furious lust. He quickly stood up and aimed his cock at my face. I knew what he was going to do, but couldn't react quickly enough to stop it. Anyway, I doubt that I would have done so if I could have.

With a few rapid, powerful strokes Jason brought himself to climax. His body twitched and his cock jerked up strongly. The first shot was so powerful that it flew over my head. I dimly heard the semen as it splattered against the wall and onto the bed behind me.  He was determined not to miss with the remainder, however.  

He grabbed my head with his free hand and pulled my face to within inches of his spurting cock. The second shot found its mark--I barely had time to open my mouth to catch some of it as the rest spewed onto my face and in my hair. There was one more strong burst that again found a home in my mouth and hair. With a few final shuddering spasms, Jason jacked out the remainder onto my chin and t-shirt. As his cock relaxed, I looked up at him. He was gazing lovingly down into my eyes.

I gently kissed the tip of his penis as it relaxed. He responded by rubbing it against my face and hair, and I nuzzled him. The sperm on my face was dripping down onto my shirt, and I was filled with the scent and taste of him. I knew at that moment that I would not ever be with another man besides Dan and Jason--he had marked me as his woman in a way that completed me. As we fell onto the bed together, I wondered how the next chapter of our drama would unfold.



Massage Mat Ch. 03



After his orgasm, Jason calmed down and became more aware of his surroundings. Seeing me covered with his semen seemed to horrify him for an instant, but then he smiled and hugged me.

"I'm sorry, mom, I think I got carried away," he said simply. 

I smiled. "Uh, that would be an understatement, dear," I answered, "just let me get cleaned up a little."

"No, you stay here. Let me get you a towel," he commanded gently. I sat on the edge of the bed and he zipped into my bathroom for a towel. As I cleaned my face, I became aware of the large quantity of semen he had shot onto me. 

"My word," I exclaimed mopping up a glob from my hair, "you're certainly fertile." Jason laughed then came over to me, hugged me and pulled me down on the bed with him.

"No more of that," I said firmly, "that was a one-shot deal--no pun intended." 

"It's cool, mom," he replied, "I just want to lie here with you for a little while." He embraced me, forgetting about the goo that had splattered onto my shirt. 

"Shit," he grumbled, "what a mess."

I chuckled and said, "Hey, this is your doing. Don't blame me for your messes." 

He looked into my eyes saying, "Actually, it's not all my doing. You helped." He ruffled my hair and we fell silent, lying together on the bed. Soon, he began to breathe more slowly and fell into a deep sleep. I arose, washed my face and got a clean t-shirt. Returning to the bed, I arranged the covers over Jason and went to his room to get some sleep.

Morning came very early for me--I only slept a little, and when I looked in, Jason was still dead to the world. I went down to the kitchen and made some coffee for me, and got organized for bacon and eggs for him--his favorite. I soon heard footsteps and bathroom sounds, then Jason's quick steps down the stairs. 

"Oh wow. Do I smell real bacon?" came the question. 

"Yes," I replied, "I figured you deserved a little treat this morning. How do you feel?"

"Mom, I feel great," he said sincerely. 

"You're still walking hunched over--you don't look 100% great to me," I said. 

"No. I mean, yes. My ribs are still a little sore, but I feel great," he repeated. "You are the best mom in the world. No, the universe," he asserted. 

"I better get that in writing," I teased. 

I knew that "best mom in the world" had a shelf life of about ten minutes, and I was trying to figure out how to clear the air between us. I was concerned that Jason was more attached to me as a result of last night's activity, and I thought I should find a way to get some distance between us. Suddenly, I had an inspiration. While Jason ate, I phoned my friend Lori. 

"I need some help," I said once we had exchanged hellos. 

"Beth, you know we'll do whatever we can--just tell us what you need." Lori was a true, blue friend. 

"It's a long story, but the short version is that I think Jason needs some time away from home--actually time away from me--for a little while. I know that John and the boys usually do a lot of stuff on the weekend so I was hoping that I could farm him out for a day." 

"That could work," Lori answered, " Lemme check with John. Hang on." I heard a muffled exchange between Lori and John that ended in a burst of laughter. Lori was still chuckling when she got back on the phone. 

"Ok. Houston, we have a plan," she said. "Why don't you both come over to our place? John, the boys and Jason will head out for a day of guy stuff ending with taking in the game tonight from John's box. The Rangers are in town, so it should be a great game. We can just hang out and relax around here so you should have some good decompression time."

"You guys are awesome," I said sincerely, "but what was so funny?" 

"Oh. Well, John joked that you sounded like I do when I'm desperate to get rid of him for a day of husband-less sanity time. Somehow that struck us as really funny," she ended.

"Yeah," I replied, "very funny. Ok, we'll be out there in a little while." I headed back into the kitchen to find that Jason had finished, done the dishes and was cleaning up. 

"What the hell," I began. He turned to me and smiled. 

"I've made a decision," he began, "Um, I realized how selfish I am and how hard you work around here taking care of everything. I want to make things easier for you, and it looks like the best way is to pitch in and do more work around the house . If that's ok with you, I mean." 

I assured him that would be just fine—a cynical thought flashed through my mind that maybe I should have helped him beat off a couple of years ago— and outlined the plan for the day. Jason seemed a bit disappointed that we wouldn't be alone together but brightened as soon as I mentioned the hockey game. Soon, we were on the way to Lori and John's. 

We were mostly quiet during the drive but finally Jason asked, "Mom, about last night. I mean, how do you feel about that?" 

I thought carefully before answering, "Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel. On one level it was wrong, and I wish it hadn't happened. On the other hand, I really believe that sometimes people wind up in difficult situations and have to do the best they can at the moment. That's what I believe we both did."

There was silence. Then he said very softly, "So you were just making the best of a bad situation? I see." I glanced over at him. He looked crushed, and my heart melted. I knew that he deserved a more honest answer.

"No. Er—yes--but it wasn't that I didn't like it. It's just that... Shit, Jason, I don't even know how to talk about this." I found a parking lot and pulled in so I could look at him as I spoke.

"Look. Mothers aren't supposed to go around seducing their sons. It's just not done. I know you have special and unusual feelings for me. They are very difficult for me to deal with because I have similar feelings for you. But I'm supposed to be the one who does the right thing and makes the good decisions, and... Shit." Now what? Was I supposed to tell him that I was tired of being a good mother? That I was in love with him? How was I going to put this toothpaste back in the tube?

Jason was smiling now. "I know, mom," he said softly, "I think I just needed to hear you say that you enjoyed what we did. Thanks." He pulled me to him and hugged me close. As we parted he startled me with a quick kiss on the lips. 

Once we got to John and Lori's, there was a whirlwind of activity that rapidly got our minds focused on other things. Once the cyclone of testosterone left, though, the house was blessedly quiet. Lori and I passed a very quiet day, and I napped, catching up on the sleep I had missed the night before. 

I was surprised to find that I had a urges to phone Jason, though. I wanted so much to know what he was doing and to be a part of it. I resisted for a while, but it wsa very difficult. When I picked up my phone for about the 10th time, though, Lori intervened. 

"Beth," she scolded, taking my phone out of my hands, "you said you and Jason needed time away from each other. There's no point to that if you're going to be phoning him every 15 minutes. Give it a rest." She was right, of course, but I missed him so much.

When the guys came back from the game, everyone was in great spirits. We chatted a bit then got in the car to head home. 

As we said our goodbyes, John pulled me aside and said, "Beth, I have to tell you we had a great time with Jason today. He is a great guy. You've done such a wonderful job raising him, and he's a son to be really proud of. You're both welcome around here anytime." 

I thanked him sincerely. It meant a lot to hear that, and I was happy that other people thought so highly of Jason. I was so proud of him--but I knew that it wasn't just a mother's pride that made me thrilled to hear John's words.

Once on the road, we drove mostly in silence, but as we got close to home Jason said, "Thanks mom, for arranging such a great day. I had a great time." 

"Well," I replied, "I just thought it would be good to get out with other people for a bit." 

"Yeah," said Jason, "it was. But I have to tell you that I thought about you every minute. I wished you could have been with us--well, at least with me." I was too confused about my own feelings to respond to that, so I let it pass. I knew, though, that our time apart had not really changed much for either of us, and I began to come to terms with a new reality that was becoming more apparent in my life.

When we got home, we headed straight up to bed. Jason headed into his room then peeped his head out. 

"Massage mat, anyone," he said to me, grinning. 

"Oh hell no," I replied, "that goddamn thing has caused enough trouble around here already." Jason laughed, and at that moment I felt very close to him. He came into the hall and we hugged, holding each other close. 

"Goodnight, my love," I said. 

"Same to you...my love," he replied. When we parted, he took my face in his hands and looked intently into my eyes. I didn't dare move--or breathe--not sure what I wanted to happen next. Jason seemed to consider his options, then kissed me lightly on the forehead before going back to his room. Goddammit, I scolded myself, you're supposed to be the adult.

Even though I had been sleeping alone for over five years, that night I felt lonely in bed by myself. I longed to feel someone next to me, and I grabbed one of my pillows and cuddled it to me like a security blanket. Having napped at Lori's I wasn't all that sleepy, and my mind was racing. A soft knock on my door almost made me leap out of bed. The door opened slowly and Jason appeared in the opening. 

"What is it Jason?" I asked, rising up on my elbow. Jason didn't reply, but walked over to the bed. He slipped into bed next to me and put his arms around me. 

"I need another hug," he said simply.

"Well, you got one," I replied, wrapping my arms around him. He plucked the pillow from between us, pulled me to him and rested his face against my blonde hair. I knew that I should not let him stay this close to me, but I too needed a hug--and I needed a hug from him more than anyone else. I allowed myself to enjoy the closeness of a man again. God, it had been ages. 

I also enjoyed feeling my son's strength and... And what? Desire? Need? I held Jason close, and he began to rub my back. My heart was racing, and I could tell that Jason was trembling slightly.

As my son began to caress me, I made my peace with Dan. I knew I had been a good wife to him and had honored him in every way. I had cared for him when he was ill and raised his son to be an admirable man. I had done my duty as a wife and mother, even setting aside my need for companionship to focus on the needs of my sick husband and son.

The last five years had taken a toll, I realized. I was so weary of fulfilling my roles of dutiful wife and mother, exhausted emotionally and physically. I longed for someone to take care of my needs and to care for me. To be here in this embrace--to have this strong, handsome man holding me--was like a gift from God himself. Surely Dan would understand, I believed. What was happening now was beyond anything that could have been foreseen or controlled. It was like a force of nature that is neither good nor bad but simply exists.

Jason seemed to know that I needed time to come to terms with things—he was so grown-up, I realized, probably more mature than I. He continued to rub my back, to hold me close and to nuzzle my hair. Lying there in his arms I began to recognize that there was no stopping what had begun between us a few days earlier. Like a small mountain stream that becomes a mighty river, the stirrings of desire and love between us were growing into an irresistible force. It was very simple, really. My son was going to make me his woman. And I wanted that will all of my heart. "God's will be done," I thought.

Jason's hands began to roam further over my back, slipping down to my ass. His caresses there really got to me, and I relaxed into his strong embrace. He pulled my head down to his chest and I began to nuzzle him, running my hands up and down his legs. His shorts tented out, filled with an enormous erection, and I looked down to see his enormous cock only inches from my face. As I gazed at it, I could see the head enlarge and throb slightly.

It felt like his penis was pulling me downward with a magnetic force that I could not resist. As my face came level with it, I liberated it from Jason's shorts. I extended my tongue and licked the head gently. I heard a quick intake of breath as Jason's body tensed, then he groaned and relaxed. I licked again with the same result. Then again. And again. The musky, manly taste of the huge penis made me light-headed, and I delighted in teasing it, knowing that I was making Jason frantic with desire. I began to lick faster, feeling like a kitten licking up some delicious milk. 

Finally I could stand it no longer. I opened my mouth wide and took in the swollen head. I began to swirl my tongue around as I moved my head up and down the shaft. It had been so long since I... 

Who was I kidding? I had NEVER had a cock like this in my mouth before. Huge, beautiful, potent. Filling. And fiercely, almost viciously, erect. I thrilled as I sucked hard, moving my head up and down slowly. I heard Jason moaning a soft counterpoint to the sound of my sucking. Were blowjobs supposed to be this exciting to give? Is this what women were supposed to feel when they made love to a man? For the first time in my life I began to understand what it was to be completely consumed with desire for another. I wanted to take in Jason's scent, his taste, his love, his soul--to lose myself in his essence.

I brought one hand up and wrapped it around Jason's shaft to give him more stimulation. I followed the movement of my head with my hand. Up. Down. Up--tease the head--down; I went on without tiring or stopping until Jason's moans turned to "ahhhs." When he began to thrust his hips, I used my other hand to gently caress his tightening balls and to tease his asshole. 

My mind drifted back, and I recalled Jason as a young boy, remembering what his little penis looked like when he was a child. I marveled at what a strong man he had become so quickly. I sucked more eagerly, helping to enlarge his tool, helping him to even greater feats of manhood. My son: so splendidly masculine. And mine.

I became even more intoxicated with the smell and taste of him. His hands ran through my hair, urging my head further down his shaft on each stroke. I complied, wishing I could get the whole length into my mouth, watching his balls tighten and begin to disappear. Within seconds, he began groaning and my teasing finger felt his asshole begin to spasm. I pulled my head up and opened my mouth, my hand now swirling around the head of his cock. After just a few more strokes a bead of semen appeared at the opening of his urethra. Then his body jerked and he began shooting off into my mouth. As he ejaculated, I licked the head of his cock, stimulating further spasms from him. After finishing his powerful orgasm he relaxed and laid back. I swallowed his seed, still unable to get enough of the taste and smell of him to satisfy me.

I raised my head and looked into his eyes. They were aglow with love, wonder and overpowering desire. 

"Oh my God, mom," he whispered, "I never would have believed you could do that." We kissed deeply, and I felt the power I had to inflame Jason's desire even as I knew how powerless I was to resist him. We were locked in the dance of life itself: surrender and irresistible power wrapped up into one consuming experience. Two small beings spiraling into the infinite.

Jason began kissing me deeply again. Neither of us seemed able to get enough of the other to be satisfied. We broke the kiss and I burrowed under his t-shirt to nibble on his neck and chest, delighting in my womanhood and my ability to bring my man to another frenzied peak of desire.

He ran his hands through my hair then pulled my face up to his again. This time the kiss was even stronger, deeper and more urgent. I felt my nipples becoming wickedly erect as his hands played over my breasts. When we came up for air, he whipped my t-shirt over my head with the skill of a man who had done this many times before. He stared at my breasts, mesmerized. I brought one erect nipple to his mouth and let him suckle me. When he had nursed a bit, I gave him the other. He licked and sucked with an air of contentment and comfort, even as his ministrations brought my desire to a higher pitch. He began kissing his way up my neck and we soon were back in our favored embrace--a deep, passionate kiss. I rolled on top of him, rubbing my nipples lightly against his chest. He reached down and began kneading my ass. I felt his cock stirring back to life as my pussy brushed against it.

Jason pushed me back onto the bed and began sucking my breasts again, nursing as he did as a baby, but now with a different kind of hunger.

He reached down into my underpants and found my slit wet with desire for him. He looked into my eyes as he ran his finger up and down the slickness until it slipped between my swollen lips. He moved expertly to my clitoris, and I wondered where he acquired such skill. He played with my clit until the dimly remembered ache inside my vagina became an overwhelming urge for penetration. In a few more moments, my hips were thrusting. He kissed me gently as he pulled off my underwear, leaving me completely naked.

Jason removed his shirt and shorts, looking down at me with the air of a man enjoying his conquest of a woman. He knew that he had me where he wanted me--and that I yearned to be right there with him. He hesitated a moment, and I realized that he might not have had a lot of experience with intercourse. Well, that deficiency was about to be remedied, I thought.

I spread my legs, allowing him access. He quickly moved into position. His penis was so erect that it was flat against his stomach, but he pulled it down and put the head into my slit. I reached down and got it at the entrance to my vagina. 

"There, baby," I whispered, "put it in."

"Oh God, mom," he moaned as he began to enter me. He pulled out then re-entered. And again. The third time, I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. I looked into his eyes. 

"Two things," I said softly, "First, stop the teasing. I can't stand it anymore." He pushed deeper into me and I moaned. 

"What else?" he asked. 

"Don't call me 'mom' when you're doing me. Use my name. I'm not your mother now--I'm your woman." 

"Ok...er...Beth," he said, "Wow. That's going to take some getting used to."

"This should make it easier," I said, grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper into me. He needed no further encouragement to bury himself fully inside me. 

"Fuck," he whispered, "I came out of there once." 

"That's right," I answered. "Welcome back."

He began his in-and-out movement slowly, almost tentatively. For one magical moment we became intensely aware of being fused into one entity, then we were back to the mountain stream of our early desire--just a few rivulets slowly running downhill. Our bodies were telling us both, though, where we were headed, and far in the distance we saw the raging river that lay ahead. 

The stream rapidly gathered momentum as it ran downhill and Jason took control of our course, expertly maneuvering us into the full force of the waves. Soon, the gentle stream had given way to a raging river. Jason's strong body drove into me relentlessly, riding me as we shot the rapids. The river gained speed and power, pulling us into an irresistible vortex. 

Jason rode me harder, even as I felt the rapids bucking and jerking as we rode along. Feeling me twitching underneath him sent him into a frenzy of jackhammer thrusting. I felt myself dropping into the vortex, shaking and calling out to him, begging for more. 




Massage Mat Ch. 03



"Oh God, Beth," he gasped as he unleashed his own flood into me, "Oh God." We held each other tightly, shaking and crying out until we coasted into calmer waters. We held each other close, Jason's cock still firmly inside me. Neither of us dared to move or talk. 

Finally, Jason asked, "You're not going to go sleep in my room again, are you?" I want you to stay here with me."

I didn't even have to think. "I'm not going anywhere," I told him, "I'm staying right here next to you."



Massage Mat Ch. 04



This story is intended to continue the "Massage Mat" series that began in the "Incest" category. This episode deals with Beth's continuing emotional and sexual journey, but it can be read separately. 

If you haven't read chapters 1-3, the plot thus far is that Beth, a widow, and Jason, her son, have begun an incestuous romantic relationship that was consummated for the first time at the end of part three.

Incest fans: There isn't any in this chapter but stay tuned...there is more of that to come, with some (hopefully fun) plot twists mixed in.

If you're more interested in reading for sex scenes than for plot, there are two (hopefully hot) lesbian scenes in here, but there's no way to get "Massage Mat" to continue without some character and plot development. Feel free to fast forward until you get to the good parts.

But if you're interested in what happens to Beth, I hope you enjoy the journey! 

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The weeks and months after Jason and I began our romantic relationship had been the happiest of my life. Even my friends and co-workers noticed the change in me. 

"My God, Beth," exclaimed Lori one day, "you are like a giddy teenager. Do you have a secret lover or something?"

"Dozens," I replied, laughing. Then I made a serious face, "Yeah. I wish. Actually, I'm living a life of celibacy," I lied. "I just feel really good lately."

Of course in reality Jason and I had been fucking ourselves senseless. He'd never had sex before our first time, and I had been starved for half a decade, so we went at it constantly. I wondered what would happen to us once the novelty of the intense sex began to lose its charm. Well, I thought, that wasn't going to be an immediate problem. There was no sign that we'd be letting up anytime soon. 

I also thought a lot about how this would affect Jason's life. I didn't want our...our what? Affair? God, that word made my skin crawl. I didn't want our...relationship...to damage his chances for a happy future. 

I realized that I was thinking more like a mother again, and mentally thanked Jason for helping me to regain the strength that I had lost. I knew that I would never let anything or anyone—including me—damage his future happiness.

That resolution was put to the test a few nights later when Jason announced that he wanted me to meet someone after his hockey game. As usual, he played really well, and when he came out of the locker room, his coach came with him along with another, older man. 

Jason's coach introduced the distinguished-looking older man to me. "Beth, this is the head coach of the University of _____________, hockey team. Right now, they're ranked number three in the nation and are one of the favorites to win the national championship. Coach D'Amico, this is Mrs. Miller." The older coach got straight to the point.

"Mrs. Miller, I have a very busy schedule, but I took the time to fly out here to watch Jason play in person," the coach began, "Our scouts have been driving me crazy for months saying how great they think he is. Between you and me, I just came up here to get a little peace and quiet," he joked. We all laughed. He was a very personable guy. Then he turned serious and looked directly at me as he continued.

"Your son is truly a very talented hockey player. He's pretty rough around the edges, but has great skills and vision on the ice. He's also got the things that can't be taught—an instinctive feel for the game and amazing leadership qualities. I think he can contribute a great deal to our program, and I believe we can develop him to the point that he'd have a legitimate chance to play in the National Hockey League. 

"Don't get me wrong—I don't think he's a future Sidney Crosby—but he has the potential for a solid career for a number of years if things work out. We've therefore decided to offer Jason a scholarship. I believe it's a great opportunity for him, and I hope that you will both give it serious consideration." Then he turned to Jason.

"Son, I know you've been talking with my assistant coaches every couple of days. I want you to continue to do that. Let us know what you're thinking and if you have any questions. We want to make this work for you, and we need your help to make it work. Will you help us on that?" Jason nodded, looking a little dazed. "Ok son, I'm going to hold you to your word," the coach added looking Jason squarely in the eyes. I could tell why he was so successful—he was an incredible leader and motivator—Jason looked ready to take on the world for this guy.

And that was that. Jason was going away to become a hockey player, and I was going to do whatever it took to help make his dream come true—even though it would take the great love of my life away from me for a time. 

At first, Jason wanted to turn down the scholarship to stay with me. I was thrilled, but after a sleepless night, I knew what I had to do. We had a long talk, and I helped him to see that our future together would be brighter if he took this opportunity—and that he would never be happy if he didn't. I loved him so much that I would have given my life for him in an instant. Four years apart to establish a firm basis for our life together was a small sacrifice by compairison.

I also made another decision. I wanted Jason to date girls his own age while he was away. I knew that he needed to experience more of life and love if we were ever to have a normal relationship. I didn't want to go through life as the "mom" to my man. I needed him to be a man: a strong, sure, confident leader to whom I could submit—and who I would support with every fiber of my being.

And that could only happen if Jason left the nest, conquered his own world and returned to me. I knew it was a risk, but I was willing to take it. I wanted him more than I had wanted anything in my life, and I would do anything necessary to make this relationship work for the long haul.

As wonderful as it felt to make these noble sacrifices for our future happiness, helping Jason move away to college was the hardest thing I had ever done. After losing Dan, I felt like I was having another piece of my heart torn out. When it came time for me to head back home alone, we both sobbed in each other's arms. Only the fact that I'd return for a visit in a month made the parting bearable at all.

When I got back to town, I couldn't face going home to an empty bed. I phoned Lori.

"Hey, can I come over for a minute?" I asked.

"Of course, Beth," she replied, "You know you're welcome anytime."

As soon as Lori opened the door, a look of concern crossed her face. 

"Oh my God, Beth," she said, giving me a hug, " what is the matter?" 

Of course, I couldn't tell her the real problem—that I was devastated because my son wasn't around to fuck me four times a day. I did, though, manage to come close to the truth.

"Lori, I just moved Jason up to school and I don't know what to do with myself. I feel so lonely and....and... There is just a big hole in my life right now," I said, beginning to cry.

Lori reached out and hugged me. "You're so tense," she exclaimed, "Your whole body seems like it's going to explode." Like only a true friend could, Lori comforted me and made me feel better. When I left, she made me promise to have dinner with her and John the next night.

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"That was a great dinner, and the company was even better," I said with real gratitude. "I know you guys didn't have to include me on your date night, but I'm so glad you did."

"Beth, it was really fun to have you with us. We always enjoy spending time with you," John said warmly. Then he turned to his wife.

"Honey, did you bring...the surprise?" he asked.

"Of course, babe." Lori answered, smiling. Then she reached into her purse and handed me an envelope.

"Open it," they said, giggling. I did, and pulled out a card.

"This Gift Certificate is Good for One Massage," it read, "at Magic Hands Massage Studio." I looked at John and Lori with a puzzled expression.

"Lori swears by this gal," John said. "Her name is Angie, and she apparently is a massage genius. I don't think her massages are so amazing, but they're good."

"That's because you're a man," teased Lori, "You don't appreciate Angie's talents."

John harrumphed. "Whatever. Anyway, Beth is a woman, so I'm sure she will. Enjoy the massage, Beth."

"You ARE going to love the massage," Lori assured me. "You'll feel like a new woman. We decided that you needed a little pampering and relaxation, and this was my idea. I really hope you like it."

"Guys, this is so sweet," I said, "I don't deserve it, but...well, thanks."

"You're welcome," said John. "Sometimes it's fun to do something nice for a wonderful gal who could use a little TLC."

I got up and hugged him. "You're the best," I said. I turned to Lori.

"You're a really lucky woman," I assured her.

"Yeah. I know. I'm really lucky," she said taking John's hand and kissing it. "There's just one thing though, Beth," she said suddenly.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Give me a call when you schedule your appointment with Angie," she requested, "I'd just like to know when you're going." I assured her that I would, wondering why she cared so much about that.

The next morning I called the number on the card.

"Thanks for calling Magic Hands Massage," a cheery voice answered.

"Hi. I just got a gift certificate for a massage, and I was wondering how I can use it," I began. There was a pause. 

"Oh. Ok. You must be Beth. I'm Angie," the voice continued.

"How did you know who I was?" I asked.

"Well, this is not exactly a huge operation," giggled Angie. "Actually, it's a one-woman show. Me. So when Lori asked me about gift certificates, I first had to make one...and then she told me about you. It's nice to meet you—telephonically at least," she giggled again. I decided that I liked Angie already. "We just need to find a time and you come in and get a massage. That's all there is to it."

"Ok," I answered. "How long a massage is the gift for?" I asked.

"It's for one massage," said Angie firmly. "I don't put time limits on them, because it just varies—sometimes someone needs more attention, sometimes it's more like a touch-up. Almost all of my clients are regulars, so it probably averages out to about an hour and a half per massage I guess. I'm just not a clock-watcher."

I thought for a minute. "Well, Thursday or Friday of this week could work for me if it were later in the afternoon," I suggested. I heard a mouse clicking. Then a pause.

"C'mon you fucking thing," I heard Angie mutter. I decided that I really liked Angie. Then she came back on the line. "Either day is open after 4:30, but how about if we do Friday?" she suggested. "That would be a better way to end your week."

I smiled and checked the address on the card. I didn't recognize it. "Ok. Friday it is," I replied. "Where are you located? I don't recognize your address."

"Take Route 57 South," Angie replied. "Just past the city limit, you'll see Rodgers Rd. on your left. Turn left and look for the big yellow farmhouse on your left about ½ mile down the road. If you get to the hog farm, you went too far."

"Ok. That will take me about 20 minutes from work and I get off at 5:00. Would 5:30 be ok?" I asked.

"Perfect," she replied. "See you Friday at 5:30."

The next few days were uneventful, except for some lovely conversations with Jason. He had had several good practices in a row, and the coach told him that he might dress for some home games when the season started. He was really excited about that, and it made me feel good to know that he was doing well and was happy.

"I just miss you so much, mom," he said right before we said goodnight, "Everything would be perfect if you were here."

"Only one month, kiddo," I told him, "Hang in there, and we'll have a reunion for the ages."

"I really need you...Beth," he said tenderly. I knew exactly what he had in mind.

"The feeling is mutual. I am going berserk without you," I assured him, "Now sleep well and dream about me."

On Friday afternoon at work, time seemed to have stopped. I was really looking forward to getting a massage and starting my weekend—and 5:00 seemed to never want to arrive. Finally I was able to leave. I zipped to my car and headed off for my Magic Hands massage.

On the way, I realized that I had never phoned Lori. I got my phone and hit her speed dial number.

"Hey Beth. What's up?" Lori's voice came over the phone.

"Well, I'm on my way to Angie's for my massage," I replied.

"You lucky, lucky girl. You are really going to enjoy it," she assured me again. "I just have one piece of advice for you."

"Yes?" I asked.

"Move the towel," Lori said simply.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, mystified. 

"You'll understand when the time comes. Just do it. Promise me that you'll do it," she demanded.

"Huh? Ok. I promise to move towels," I replied without much feeling.

"Not towels. Just one. Just move THE towel," said Lori. Then she hung up suddenly.

I was still wondering what the hell that was about when I pulled into Angie's curving driveway. The farmhouse was impossible to miss—it was neon yellow with electric blue trim. There was a stream running next to it, and several nice flower gardens landscaped the grounds. A small sign by the front steps identified the place as the home of "Magic Hands Massage Therapy." I climbed the stairs to the porch and read the sign on the door.

"Welcome, weary traveler," it read, "Knock and enter." I followed the instructions and pushed the door open gently.

"Hello?" I inquired.

"Hello to you," came the reply. A tomboyish young woman bounced up to greet me, "I'm Angie." She looked young, but her deep blue eyes were unusual—like the eyes of a very old and wise teacher, I thought. My first thought was that she was in her 20s, but then I thought that maybe she could be 40. I finally decided that I had no idea how old she was, and really didn't care. I just liked her. 

Her short, blonde hair was cut in a very boyish style and she wore jeans, a faded t-shirt that said "Harvard Law," and bright red sneakers. I couldn't help but smile at her—she seemed to be a ball of sunshine.

"C'mon back and I'll get you set up," she said casually, and we headed down the hall. She opened a door and we entered the most beautiful room I have ever been in. 

One wall was all windows, offering a panoramic view of wildflower-covered hills rising into the distance. The other walls were painted a rich, deep blue and there were beautiful Oriental rugs on the well-used wood floor. Recessed lights bathed the room in a soft glow. A tabletop waterfall trickled in the background, and Zen massage music was playing softly. The air was suffused with a wonderful scent. Truly this was a refuge for the senses. I felt tension melting out of my body as I stood there.

"Yes. This is a beautiful space," Angie said, answering my thoughts. Her whole demeanor had changed. The whimsical young girl had given way to a...a being...who radiated serenity. I could not believe that it was the same person, yet the tomboy with the mop of blonde hair and red sneakers was still there before me.

"I am truly blessed in many ways. It gives me great joy to share my blessings and to give joy and pleasure to others," she continued. She rested her hand lightly on my arm. 

"Welcome, Beth. I am honored to have you join me today." Her hand lightly touched my heart and she bowed her head. Then she touched my cheek, finally resting her hand on her heart and bowing deeply. 

"Please have a seat on the table and make yourself comfortable." It was an invitation but...I felt that it was a command too. I sat before I could think. 

"Have you had massages before?" she asked.

"Yes, many times," I answered, " and I absolutely adore them. I just haven't found the time to get one recently."

"It is often difficult to find time to care for ourselves," she observed, "Nonetheless, this is your time, Beth. It is your time to seek serenity and clarity," she said softly but with deep feeling. "I will step out and you can undress and get on the table and under the covers. We'll begin face up, please."

A few minutes later I was nestled, nude under soft blankets. A soft tap on the door announced Angie's arrival. She ran her hands over the covers, feeling the contours of my body beneath them. Her eyes gazed deeply into mine. Then she closed her eyes and concentrated deeply.

"I think we should begin with some aromatherapy," she finally said in a low voice, "I recommend lavender to release your stress." She went to her table and took a few drops of something onto her hands, then rubbed them together briskly before holding them just over my face. "Breathe deeply and slowly. Ah...that's it...excellent..."

The scent of the lavender relaxed me further and I felt my body melting into the covers. Angie disappeared briefly then her hands began massaging my earlobes, face and neck before moving to my shoulders...

"Beth. Beth...you can turn over now," I heard Angie's sweet voice whispering into my ear. Her hand rested comfortingly on my chest. I smiled drowsily.

"I think dozed off," I muttered, blinking. I tried to turn over, but nothing moved. A second attempt yielded a slight movement of my right leg and an futile attempt to raise myself with my arms. The third try was more successful and I unceremoniously flopped onto my stomach. "Ergh. That's better," I grunted as Angie lowered the covers, positioned a pillow under my legs, and covered my backside with a towel.

She began to massage my back, using an incredible variety of strokes and pressures, and my muscles relaxed deeply. After doing my arms, she returned to my back, this time using lighter, longer strokes and moving downward.

"Beth, I think you would benefit from having some having some work done on your glutes along with your legs. Would you be comfortable with that?" she asked softly. It was a simple request, almost impossible to refuse. 

"Mmmm. Of course, Angie," I replied dreamily. She immediately began to work my buttocks, first through the towel then moving under it. Finally, she released every bit of tension in my legs and feet. Again, she returned to long, soft strokes, this time up and down my legs and then returning to my buttocks. She had no way of knowing, of course, that massaging my ass was a sure-fire way to get me aroused, and her ministrations began to have exactly that effect, especially when she moved to the inner parts of my thighs. I felt myself begin to drift away from reality...

"Beth? Are you awake?" Again Angie's soft voice roused me from another world.

"Mmmm. Mostly," was all I could reply.

"I'm afraid I have to ask you to turn over again," Angie whispered, "the backside is done." This time I was so limp that I required Angie's help, but we finally got me on my back again. Angie got a midnight blue towel and covered my hips but left me uncovered otherwise.

It was twilight and the sky was a deep blue color. In the distance, the hills sparkled with points of light from the houses situated on them. Already, a multitude of stars were visible—it was as though Van Gogh's "Starry Night" had come to life. The room had become dark and Angie was now just a dimly-lit shadow as she moved.

She began with my legs, moving upward and I was soon back in my enchanted place of relaxation. She moved up to my neck and shoulders and I could only marvel at how loose and open I felt there compared to when she had started. Finally, she massaged my belly lightly and moved her hands up to my breasts, just giving them a very light massage. Her touch was intoxicating. Again, I heard her beautiful voice.

"Beth?" she whispered. I opened my eyes. Her face was close to mine and I could see into her eyes. 




Massage Mat Ch. 04



Her beautiful, blue eyes drew me in as she gazed at me. Gradually I began to see all parts of myself, as though my past, present and future merged into one whole and revealed themselves to me. Gazing steadily into Angie's eyes, I understood myself as a flawed and imperfect being who was also amazingly beautiful. Then a sense of complete tranquility came over me as I became able to accept myself fully. 

Angie continued to gaze into my eyes. I realized that neither of us had spoken or moved for a very long time.

"Angie," I began. She smiled and interrupted me gently.

"I was beginning to think that I had lost you there," she said softly. "We're at a good place to stop now if you'd like." My face must have shown my disappointment, because she continued quickly, "Or we could continue for a bit longer." I smiled.

"I'd like that a lot," I said sincerely. Her face lit up with a beautiful smile. She was truly a source of light in a dark world.

"I can do that," she said lightly and got more oil for her hands. As she began massaging my body again she looked into my eyes and said casually, "If you decide that you'd like me to massage any areas of your body that I haven't got to yet, you can just move the towel."

Her hands moved lightly over my belly and hips then spiraled up to my shoulders, lightly brushing my breasts.

"...move the towel..." I remembered Lori's advice. I immediately felt my nipples harden. Angie must have noticed too, because her upward strokes began to focus more on my breasts, caressing the bottom and working around the nipples. My face flushed.

"Is this ok?" she asked. I could only sigh in response. I looked at Angie and saw that her nipples were also erect and showing intensely through her t-shirt.

"God yes," I groaned. Angie put her face next to mine.

"Then just allow nature to take her course," she said, "You don't have to DO anything. Just feel the energy. Don't forget to move the towel when you're ready." I nodded.

Her hands continued their dance over my breasts, finally grasping my nipples and working them firmly. Under her tutelage, they grew larger than I thought possible—then they lengthened and expanded more. Her hands danced down to my hips and a slight breeze in the room titillated my nipples excruciatingly. I almost cried when her hands returned to them, milking me.

"Oh fuck yes," I gasped, grasping the towel and throwing it on the floor. Angie removed her t-shirt and I saw her body. She was as flat-chested and muscular as a boy, except that she had large, erect nipples. She moved her lubricated hands down my body and firmly caressed the insides of my thighs. The heel of one hand found my mons and began rhythmically massaging it as she continued to tease my thighs, slowly moving onto my labia. She stroked firmly and rhythmically, slowly opening me until she found my erect clitoris. She took it between her fingers and began to slide the hood up and down, rolling the erect organ between her fingers.

I groaned and began to move my hips in rhythm with her strokes. I suddenly became aware that she was penetrating me with a fing...no, with two... Oh God. No. With three fingers.

I grunted as most of her hand slowly disappeared inside me. Then she began curling her fingers, pressing forward...searching for... ...finding... Oh, yes...yes, right there.

As she began to stroke my G spot in combination with her work on my clit, I again felt myself slipping away from this world. This time, though, I knew exactly where she was taking me.

Angie bent over and kissed my belly. From far away, I heard myself breathing deeply and moaning. In my mind, I saw Jason. Then Angie. Then Dan. My hips were fucking her hand, trying to suck her whole hand into me, wanting her inside me more than I had desired anything. Ever.

Jason. Angie. Dan. JasonAngieDan. JasAngieDan. Jasangiedan...jasangiedan, I love you, Jasangiedan. Oh God I love you with every atom of my being.

The room became suffused with a bluish glow. I was overjoyed, knowing that in this light I would finally get a good look at Angie's body. As I lowered my eyes to do so, though, I became aware that the glow seemed to emanate from Angie. She was, literally, radiant. Her warmth filled the room and bathed me in its essence.

I felt her fingers inside me, fucking me harder—her hand was surprisingly strong and masculine. Her thumb reached up to my aching clit, freeing her other hand as she continued to fuck me hard. Her other hand went to work brushing my belly, working up to my breast, then to the erect nipple, gripping it firmly and twisting it from side to side. 

I felt the orgasm coming; it gripped, hard, and I clamped down on Angie's hand. She only pressed harder against my G spot and increased the speed of her thumb. When she felt my body begin to shake, she pulled on my nipple firmly, sending me over the edge into spasms of ecstasy. I melted away, fused into my Jasangiedan.

When I regained my senses, Angie was caressing my body gently with her free hand, as she gently eased her fingers out of me. Her fingers were dripping, and I saw that her arm and body were wet too.

She retrieved the towel from the floor and cleaned her hand, arm and body, then wiped off my legs and the massage table. She put a clean, dry towel under my legs and massaged my legs and body with her lavender oil. Finally she covered me with another clean towel and pulled soft, warm covers over me.

"OK Beth. Rest now. I'll be back in a short time," she whispered into my ear as I fell into a deep sleep. When Angie woke me, I felt wonderfully relaxed, but completely refreshed and alert. After I dressed, I went out and met her in the hallway.

"Thank you. That was...beyond belief," I said sincerely, "I can't even begin to describe how much I enjoyed it." I wanted to embrace her, but didn't want to do anything inappropriate. The whole experience had been so far out of the realm of anything that I understood to happen in a massage session that I just didn't know what to do. All I knew was that I felt very connected to her...and to myself.

"You're welcome," she answered with her beautiful smile, "And by the way, it's ok if you hug me." I wrapped both arms around her and held her tightly. She hugged back. Hard. "You have a very special soul, Beth," she whispered into my ear, "It's very special and fragile. Please take care of it." Then she kissed my cheek. "And if you decide that you'd like to return, just give me a call."

"I don't think I could afford your massages," I said ruefully.

"If you decide you'd like to return, call me," she said firmly, "I'm sure we can work something out." I started to speak, but she interrupted me.

"If you haven't noticed, money is not my motivation for doing this work. I made a hell of a lot more money as an attorney." She made a face. "And wasn't one one-thousandth as happy. You know the number. Call when you're ready." The only reply I could make was to hug her again.

After our embrace, I wobbled out to my car and saw that it was nine o'clock. Three and a half hours...that was a long time for a massage. But not so long for...what? A spiritual awakening? A lesson in self-acceptance? An introduction to sex with a woman? Was that really lesbian sex? It seemed so...natural. No, it couldn't have been anything more than some kind of new-age massage thing, I decided.

When got in the car I picked up my phone and saw that Jason had phoned. There was also a text from Lori. I checked the text first:

"call me when u r done. want to know how it went."

I smiled to myself. Lori, probably knew exactly how it had gone; she just wanted to hear the gory details. I hit "call."

"Hey there," I heard Lori's cheerful voice. "So did you enjoy the massage?" she chuckled.

"Move the towel, huh?" I asked She laughed.

"Did you?" she asked.

"Yes. I did. Sweet Jesus—did I ever," I said, "That girl knows what the hell she's doing."

"Angie is amazing," agreed Lori, "but I think she only provides the special service to women. John said he just got a regular massage when he went."

"Well, whatever. It works for me," I said.

"Yeah. Me too," giggled Lori, "I know you may want to just go home and go to bed, but if you're up for it you're welcome to come over to my place," Lori said, "John and the boys are gone for the weekend so I'm home all alone." 

I was tired, but Lori's house was on my way home so I said, "I can come over for a little while, but I'll need to get home soon—otherwise I'll be asleep on your couch."

"Great. I'll see you in a few," she concluded.

As I drove to Lori's, I phoned Jason. 

My heart sang when I heard the happiness in his voice as he said, "Hi mom, I'm so glad you called." 

"Hey sweetie," I answered, "is everything ok? I saw that you left a voicemail."

"Yeah, things are good. Really good," he replied. From the background sounds I could tell that he was at a party.

"It sounds like you're out having fun...typical college student," I teased, "you should be home studying."

"Jeez. Gimme a break, it's Friday night. I've already done three hours of homework after practice, now I'm having some down time," he countered. "But I just called to say that I love you and miss you a lot. You know what I mean."

"I know that and I love you too, honey. Just remember what we agreed."

"Yeah, I'm having a normal college social life, I guess. I've actually got a date for this party, so I'm following orders, m'am."

"Is she nice?"

"Yeah, she's...she's really nice. She's a lacrosse player, and..." There was a burst of laughter and I heard someone yell something about "mama's boy." I heard Jason cover the phone and a muffled "fuck you" from him. 

Then came a woman's voice, "Leave him the fuck alone, asshole." The voice was sweet and clear, but there was an edge of steel to it. Whoa, I thought, that was a gal with some balls. 

Jason came back on the line, "Hey mom, I'm going to have to run."

"I know, honey, get back to your party and have fun. I love you."

"Love you too, bye." 

I heard him say, "Thanks, Leah" as he hung up.

I was still chuckling when I pulled into Lori's driveway. I wondered if Jason's date was the firecracker I had heard come to his defense. I figured that she would be a real handful, but a good partner for any man.

Lori had made some tea, so we curled up on her big sofa with mugs of Earl Grey. I just settled back into the cushions and relaxed. Soon though, I became aware that Lori was looking at me intently. I sat up.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No...um...that is..." Lori's voice trailed off, then she tried again. "I mean...you look different, Beth. But in a really good way." I was puzzled.

"Different? How?" I certainly felt the same as always. Well, more relaxed, but I had just had a massage and a world-class orgasm. Surely that would account for some difference. Lori scrunched up her brow and concentrated.

"You seem more...mmm...settled. At peace," she said after a pause. Then she added, "Not to change the subject too much, but how did you feel when Angie touched you? Intimately, I mean."

"Well, it was amazingly effective," I began, "but it wasn't so much the way she touched me as much as the way she...er...bonded with me." Lori looked puzzled.

"But when she first touched you. Were you shocked? Disturbed?" she asked.

"No," I responded, "It just felt...comfortable." I hadn't even thought about being disturbed.

"Well, ok, so I guess I should ask, then," Lori said, "Have you had sex with a woman before?"

"Are you on drugs?" I asked, "Do I seem like the kind of woman who would be having lesbian sex?" Lori chuckled.

"No," she said, "you'd be the last person I'd think of to do that. But you seem so at ease with what Angie did to you that I wondered." 

"I don't know why I was so at ease with it," I said sincerely, "It just seemed very natural and I never thought about it as lesbian sex...it really wasn't mutual, so...I don't know...it was just special and I'm glad it happened."

"Would you do it again?" Lori asked, looking at me intensely.

"In a heartbeat," I answered quickly, "I really like Angie. I get happy just seeing her. She's so...adorable." Then I asked, " So how many times have you done it?"

"A few," Lori answered guardedly, "It actually took me three visits to work up the nerve to move that damn towel. Even then, I needed quite a while to relax when she started touching me for the first time," Lori confessed.

"Ok," I cut in, "Now it's my turn to ask you a question."

"Shoot," Lori said, taking a gulp of tea.

"Well...it took you some time to work up the nerve to let Angie do you, right?" I asked. Lori nodded. "But," I continued, "you keep going back for more now, right?" She nodded again. "So...have you decided that you like sex with women?" I concluded. 

"Hey, no fair. That's three questions," Lori said teasingly.

"Lori, I'm serious," I said firmly. "I think I deserve to know how you feel about this...did you set me up with Angie for some reason?" I looked her squarely in the eyes.

"No, Beth, I didn't send you to Angie for some ulterior motive," she said solemnly, "I just wanted to do something to make you feel better and to take your mind off being alone...and I figured that a session with Angie would do the trick." 

"That it did," I had to admit that she had a point. Besides, Lori and I had been friends for a long time and I trusted her.

"To answer your other question," she continued, "Yes. It did take me a long time to get comfortable with the idea of Angie touching me. The idea of lesbian sex made me uncomfortable—and there was the feeling of cheating on John, too. Finally, one day I decided to talk to him about it." I was astounded.

"You mean you told him what went on?" I asked.

"Yes. Everything. And I told him how I felt," she added.

"And?"

Lori laughed. "He was great. In fact, he came up with the 'move the towel' phrase. I was telling him about all of this and how complicated it seemed to me and he finally just kissed me and said, 'Lori, just move the damn towel. You'll be glad you did.' And I did and I was."

"That man is one in a gazillion," I said. I couldn't imagine a husband encouraging his wife to experiment with another woman. 

Lori sensed what I was thinking, and went on, "Apparently he had always been turned on by the idea of two women getting it on, so he was all for it. I'm surprised he didn't want a video," she snickered. "But more than that, he could tell that I was interested in the idea of sex with a woman and he wanted me to feel like I could try it. In the end it just wound up bringing us closer together."

"So, when you go for one of Angie's massages, he knows what is going on?" I asked. I still couldn't really wrap my head around that. Lori laughed out loud.

"He sure does. We almost always make love that night or the next morning and I tell him about it in detail while we're doing it," she giggled like a teenager, "Judging by how hard he comes, I don't think he has any reason to want me to stop seeing Angie," she concluded.

We fell silent and sipped our tea, lost in our own thoughts. After a while, I looked over at Lori. She was looking at me intently. Then, without warning, she leaned forward, put down her tea and gave me a big hug. I instinctively returned her embrace, sloshing tea onto both of us. 

"Hey, let me put down my mug," I complained. Lori gave me a second to do that then latched on again.

She fell backwards and I fell right on top of her. "Hm," she grunted, "This is the classic 'compromising position.'"

"Yeah," I teased, "Better watch out that I don't take advantage of you." We cuddled on the sofa for a bit, but I soon felt really sleepy. "Lori, this is wonderful but I think I need to head home," I whispered to her, "I'm going to fall asleep here on top of you." She wrapped her arms more tightly around me.

"No no no no," she said in a little girl voice, "I'm not going to let you go." Then she got serious. "Beth, why don't you just stay here. We're both going to be home alone, so there's no need for you to drive all the way back to your place. Spend the night here and we can have fun all day tomorrow."

I probably should have objected, but Lori's idea sounded so good to me that I agreed immediately. I went up with Lori, and she fished a nightgown out of her drawer and made sure the guest bed was made up. I was asleep within a few minutes.

The next morning, Lori and I went back to my house together and I packed to spend the weekend with her. We had a great day without doing much of anything in particular. I was able to have several nice phone calls with Jason, and that made the day even better.

Lori wanted to make a nice dinner, so we fussed in the kitchen and came up with a pretty good Italian meal. Lori rummaged in her wine rack and found a nice Chianti to go along with it.

After dinner, we settled in on the sofa again, and Lori brought the rest of the wine. After some small talk and another glass of wine, the conversation turned again to Angie and her talents.

"I've got to ask you about something that's been on my mind," Lori began, "Yesterday you talked about how you had bonded with Angie. What the heck did you mean by that? I've never felt bonded to her."

"Um. Did Angie do any eye gazing with you? Did she just look deeply into your eyes?" I asked.

"I guess," Lori said, scrunching up her brow trying to remember, "I never really paid much mind to it." That puzzled me. I couldn't imagine how anyone could "not pay much mind" to Angie's hypnotic powers.

"Well," I said, "That was the big deal for me. So what makes it special for you?" Lori looked at me like I was from Mars.

"Duh. She makes me come like a fucking fireworks display. What do you think? I had never been, um, massaged inside the way she does," she said, "That is mind-blowing every time. But with you... Really? She just looked in your eyes and that was what did it? Christ, Beth, it HAS been too long since you had sex."

"No. I mean, yes, but it's more than that. I can't put it into words, but..." my voice trailed off as I tried to find a way to express myself. "It was like...um...when we gazed into each other's eyes I went to some other state of awareness. The internal massage was just the icing on the cake for me."

"Ok. Now I'm jealous," Lori said with a grin, "My massage therapist goes and transports my best friend to another plane of existence, and all I get is a measly orgasm or two. That hardly seems fair." I laughed, feeling a little tipsy. 

"Well, this is going to sound really weird, but it's the God's truth—when I looked into her eyes I felt like Angie was drawn right into me. About the next thing I knew, I was in the throes of an earth-moving orgasm." 

Lori looked at me with a gentle smile. "Seriously, Beth, that sounds so beautiful," she said, taking a sip of wine, "I AM jealous." I felt myself blushing.

We fell silent and sipped our wine, just looking at each other. After a few minutes, our eye contact began to become more direct and last longer. As with Angie, I felt myself begin to connect with Lori. Her brown eyes were so large and soft—the eyes of a poet, I thought.

"Would you be ok if I came closer?" Lori asked. I just nodded my head. She put down her wine and moved next to me, relaxing against my arm. She looked up and our eyes met again. "Oh God," she sighed. I gazed into the eyes of my poet. Soon, a mystical force began moving my face down toward hers. Just before our lips met, Lori whispered, "Now I understand." Then we were kissing.

I thought it would be a short kiss, but once we started neither wanted to pull away. Lori was the first to make a tentative exploration with her tongue. As I felt it enter my mouth, I met it with mine. When we finally parted, we were both breathing hard.




Massage Mat Ch. 04



"Well, that shoots down one theory," Lori said softly.

"What theory is that?" I asked.

"They say that if you have sex with someone of the same gender it doesn't necessarily mean you're...um...gay. They say that you can tell if you're gay or not at by how it feels to kiss. Kissing someone of the same gender is supposed to be harder to do if you're straight than having sex with them," she said.

"That sounds like psycho-babble to me," I said, impulsively kissing her again. "Do you think I'm queer?"

"I don't know," she answered, pulling my face downward, "I have to do more research." This time as we kissed, her hands ran through my hair and over my back. I took her face in my mine and held her gently as our tongues swirled and danced in each other's mouths. 

"How's the research going?" I asked when we came up for air. Lori smiled.

"Inconclusive so far. I think we need to conduct further tests," she said in a mock clinical voice before kissing me again. We parted and I looked down at her.

Lori's face was flushed and her eyes were fixed on me, her lips slightly parted. I could see my friend's nipples poking out the material of her sweater. She's so aroused, I thought to myself. 

And I was...what? I wrapped my arms around Lori and hugged her, trying to give myself some time to sort out how I was feeling. Lori sensed my hesitation, and pulled away slightly.

"Beth. Is something wrong?" she asked. Her face was dark with concern. I hugged her close to me again and kissed her hair.

"No," I began, "and...well...yes. But it's not you, Lori. Honest. It's just that...I don't know..." I released her and slumped back against the couch. "There's been a lot going on in my life lately, and to be honest I'm not sure about how I feel about anything right now."

She took my hand. "I'm so sorry," she said, "I never meant to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable." She looked emotional. I took her back in my arms.

"No. It's not you," I tried again. Lori pulled away and held my hand. We sat in silence for a long time.

"Beth, do you feel like you're in love with Angie?" Lori asked suddenly. The question hit me like a hammer. 

"No, Jason is..." I blurted out before I realized what I had said. Lori gasped, horrified. 

A loud hum filled my head, and the room seemed to tilt crazily. I was unable to move or to speak--frozen like a helpless animal just before the predator springs. And I was about to be torn apart.

"Then it's true," Lori said simply, "John and I wondered about that." I began to cry. There was no defense. "So that's why you and he were on the phone so much today?" she continued. I just nodded. Why pretend any longer?

I looked at Lori. She had withdrawn to her corner of the sofa, and was staring down. Her eyes were wide, as though she had just seen Evil incarnate. She covered her mouth and took some deep, shuddering breaths as though she were about to be sick. Then she covered her face with both hands and shook her head. I stopped crying and dried my tears; indulging in self-pity wasn't going to make anything better. 

"I think I'd better go," I said softly, feeling numb. I could see that my life here was at an end—I would have to move away and start over. Somewhere. 

I know, I thought, I can move near Jason's school, and we could... We could what? Jason could run home to live at mom's house every night? That would be great for him. He's getting called out as "mama's boy" for some phone calls—how about if mom moves to campus with him? 

Or he could sneak off campus to fuck his mother, who just happens to have moved nearby. It would take about one semester for people to get suspicious of that routine. 

No. I would have to move somewhere else, and continue to fly up to see...no, let's be honest...to fuck him every couple of weeks. Like the incestuous whore that I was. 

How long would it take me to completely destroy Jason's life? A year?

There would just be a never-ending series of illicit trysts with Jason followed by inevitable discovery and disgrace. Our beautiful love would degenerate into a nightmare of lies and living in shadows. 

I knew what I had to do. It was time to stop living in a dream world. Time to stop...living...

There were several beautiful gorges on my way home. One brief moment falling through the air, then...blessed peace. Jason would grieve, of course, but he would find someone else in time and live a normal life. I could leave him a note explaining why I had to...leave him. I was the problem. I was evil. And like a cancer, the evil had to be excised ruthlessly.

I could see the headlines, "Incest Mom Kills Self," and I felt a shroud of Darkness envelop me as I accepted my fate. So this was how I would end. I couldn't help laughing at myself. "She had amazing sex then killed herself. Too bad the sex was with her son."—what an epitaph.

"No." I heard Lori's voice. She was looking at me and shaking her head. "No," she repeated.

"Don't worry, Lori," I said lightly, "Your incestuous friend won't trouble you any more. I just need to take care of a couple of things." I got up to go. I knew that I'd better get this done before I thought too much about it.

"No," she said firmly, "You're not going anywhere, Beth." She stood up and put her arms around me, pulling me back down onto the sofa with her. I made a feeble attempt to resist, then gave in and let her hold me. I didn't really want to kill myself. Lori squeezed me tightly.

"No no no no. I won't let you go," she said in her little girl voice—just as she had the previous evening. Things certainly had changed since then, I thought. Then all of the emotions of the past few days came flooding back through me and I began crying again. 

"I'm so ashamed," I sobbed. "I never meant for it to happen with Jason. I just couldn't help it." Lori stroked my hair gently.

"Then it's true," she said again softly, as though she needed confirmation of how truly evil her former friend could be. I could only nod. I felt her body go tense with the shock of my repeated confession. We sat very quietly, each absorbed in our thoughts—with only my occasional sobbing to break the silence.

Finally, Lori said, "Beth, you have to stop—" I just shook my head, and she became quiet again. "No. that's not right," she said finally. She wiped the tears from my face with her hand. "What you and Jason are doing is beyond comprehension to me," she said, partly to me, partly to herself. "But you are both so happy." There was another long pause. I felt like a convicted felon waiting for a judge to pronounce sentence.

"I just couldn't bring myself to expose you," Lori began again. "It wouldn't do anyone any good, and two beautiful lives would be ruined. I can't do it. I won't."

I couldn't say anything. I just held her tightly and cried.

"You can't...I mean, please don't tell John about this. He likes Jason so much, and it would...it might change that," I said. "Lori, I don't give a damn what happens to me, but we have to protect Jason. Promise me that. I'm begging you."

"Sweet merciful Jesus. You do love that boy," Lori said softly, stroking my hair. "Of course. I promise," Lori said, "I'm going to tell John that we were mistaken. That you and I talked and it wasn't what it seemed to be."

"You're the best friend ever," I said and kissed her. She clucked her tongue.

"I'm not even sure why I'm doing this," she replied, vexed, "I don't know if it's for you or for Jason...or even if it's for me." She chuckled mirthlessly. "You wouldn't happen to be interested in a more spiritual sort of union with your son, now, would you?"

"I don't think I'm very good at spiritual unions lately," I sighed. "I seem to be stuck with the physical kind." Lori kissed me.

"Yeah. I noticed that. You're like a fucking drug, you know. Addictive," she said, kissing me again. This time I kissed her back. She was right. It was like a drug; it could dull pain and blot out bad memories. 

I went back for another dose of the Lori drug. I was starting to get high. Now it was Lori's turn to pull away. I need another fix, though, and bored in.

"No. Wait a sec, honey," she said.

"Now what?" I asked, exasperated.

"I...I lied to you earlier," she said simply. "Now you've been honest with me, and I can't...I want to be honest with you."

"Ok, but kiss me again first," I insisted. She did, deeply. "Now I'm all ears," I confirmed. Lori poked my erect nipple through my shirt. 

"Not exactly ALL ears, my dear," she teased, "but let me get to the point. I told you a story earlier about how I went to Angie three times before I was comfortable with her touching me and how John encouraged me to experiment, right? " I nodded. She took a deep breath and continued, "Well, that was...just a story. I'd been with women before John and I were...together. When I told him about my inclinations in that direction...well, he was cool with it. It does, in fact, turn him on to think of me with another woman, so that just became a little part of what we've shared in our marriage." I was a little surprised, but not shocked.

"Well, that makes a little more sense than your first story," I said. 

"I'm not done," Beth said simply.

"Oh?" I wondered what else she had to confess.

"So John and I thought that with you being all alone—with Jason up at school now—that you might be, well, open to a revitalized sex life. You know, 'while the mice are away...' sort of thing. I teased John that he might have another girl to play with..." I made a face.

"Lori, I could never do it with your husband. He's attractive, but he's...yours. I couldn't, really," I protested.

"I know. And he said the same thing. But then he suggested that...well..." she let her voice trail off.

"...and so you thought that little Angie could test out Beth to see if she could be 'persuaded' to kiss a girl," I finished for her.

"That's about it," Lori said quietly. "You passed, by the way. With flying colors."

"I thought your investigations were inconclusive," I whispered in her ear, "You had further research planned." She squeezed her thighs together firmly.

"Beth, I'm so worked up that if we do any more kissing..." she looked a little desperate. The combination of so much emotion, the wine and the newness of it all had us both in some dream-like state except that she was ready for sex and I was...confused. I knew that I wanted to kiss her, but didn't feel ready to move past that. Then I had a thought.

I gently pulled away and said to her, "I really would like to just kiss you some more. Just doing that would fulfill me. But if you wanted to...you know...I'd love to kiss you while you..." I don't know why I couldn't say "masturbate," but I didn't. The end of my sentence just hung in the air. Lacking any other ideas, I kissed Lori again. That seemed to be our default mode of expression at the moment.

Lori looked up at me and smiled. "You are...I don't know...amazing is the only word I can think of." I kissed her again.

"I could get used to kissing girls," I said.

"Um. I hate to burst your bubble, lover, but you're pretty used to it already," Lori replied, pulling me down for another kiss. This one was really long and deep. When we parted, Lori was flushed and her nipples were straining against her sweater.

"Beth, I..." Lori's voice trailed off.

"I know," I replied, kissing her again, "Let's get you undressed. You need some attention." I reached down and lifted her sweater and she pulled it over her head. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra. I unsnapped her jeans and pulled down the zipper.

"Ok, but you have to get naked too," she pleaded as she slid off her jeans and underwear, "I want to see your body. Please." Her face had a desperate look to it. Seeing my best friend looking at me with such obvious need excited me in a way that made me feel... Desired. Beautiful. Sexy. Powerful. I was overcome by a wild desire to exert my newly-discovered power over her. 

I reached down and put Lori's hand on her pussy. "I'll make you a deal," I said, looking directly at her, "I'll strip if you show me how you beat off." Lori's eyes widened, but she immediately began running her fingers up and down her slit.

I stood up and watched Lori begin to masturbate, swaying my body gently. As she found her clit, I unbuttoned my blouse. Lori groaned and watched, entranced, as it fell to the floor. As I slipped off my bra straps, I could see her fingers making circles around her swollen genitals. I unhooked my bra and let it fall away. Lori moaned and I saw her legs get tense.

I came close to her and let my large breasts swing in front of her face, showing off my erect nipples. She licked them, sending electric pulses through my body. I kissed her, then stood up and slowly unfastened my pants. 

Lori was thrusting her hips into her hand and her legs were rhythmically tightening and relaxing. "You're dancing for me," I teased her, "Keep up the good work." Lori's hand sped up, and I knew it was time.

Pulling off my pants, I squatted near her face, giving her a perfect view of my blonde pussy. The sight and smell of it made her moan, and her eyes fixed on it, then moved upward to look directly into mine. Shifting my body to bring my face near hers, I gazed steadily into her eyes, remembering what Angie had done to me. 

I fixed her with my gaze and concentrated. I imagined Lori in the throes of orgasm, screaming with pleasure. Come hard, Lori, I thought. Come hard for me. 

It worked. Her eyes locked on mine, and I felt her being pulled into me. Her eyes rolled back, and she melted away as her orgasm fused us into one being.

When it was over, Lori fell back, exhausted and shaken. I took her in my arms and held her gently, kissing her as she came back to Earth.

"Oh my God. What just happened?" Lori asked in a trembling voice. 

"I'm not sure," I replied honestly, "But that's what Angie did to me."

Lori reached up and stroked my face. She looked at me tenderly and smiled. "I think you've got it wrong, boo-boo. Angie can't do anything like that. She hasn't ever done it to me, and she's had a couple of years to work on it."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I didn't understand her at all.

"I mean that it's YOU with the magical powers, my love," Lori said sweetly, "I've never had an orgasm like that. Not even with John. I...you...we were like in some other place. I saw...myself. And you...I can't explain it, but..."

"I know exactly what you mean," I interrupted her, "I've been there too." Lori embraced me.

"All I know is that you made me lose myself in a way that only happens in story books," she said smiling, "You know how it goes, 'she melted away as they fused into one being,' or some sappy shit like that. But it happened. Didn't it?"

I laughed. "Maybe. Or maybe we're just characters in some erotic novel," I joked, "So what? Does that make it any less real for you?"

"No, my beautiful Zen master," Lori replied softly, "Reality is where you find it. And right now my reality is with you." She pulled me down into a deep kiss. When we parted, I giggled.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Well, I was just thinking that somebody's going to have to get busy writing the next chapter of our erotic novel," I observed, "We'd better give them some good material to work with."

"Yeah, we do. So take me to bed and fuck me," she said simply. 



Massage Mat Ch. 05



Massage Mat 5: September Love

It's been a while, I know, but our fun-loving, incestuous couple, Jason and Beth are back for more adventures. For a long time, I thought that they would just stay where they were, but like good characters often do, they decided that they want to keep growing.

This part of the story will be more meaningful if you read parts one to four of "Massage Mat" AND "Taking Care of Daddy." Much of the plot hinges on what has already occurred in those stories.

Hopefully there's enough action to satisfy everyone, and as always, I hope you enjoy it! 

Thanks for all of the great comments and encouragement and...come hard!

Katie Ann

-----Original Message-----From: Miller, JasonTo: Elizabeth MillerSent: Thu, Sept 15 2:46 pmSubject: Miss You!

Hey,

We're finishing the first week of practice. They are really kicking our asses but it's great. I'm so glad that I took the scholarship offer...this is a great team, and the coaches are amazing...but I sure wish we weren't so far apart. I miss you a lot.

My roommate thinks it's funny that I keep I picture of my mom on my desk. If he only knew (but he won't of course!!) I can't wait for you to come. Please tell me that you're still planning to visit!!!!!!!

OK. Got 2 get ready for practice. I miss you!!!

J

-----Original Message-----From: Elizabeth MillerTo: Miller, JasonSent: Thu, Sept 15 6:19 pmSubject: Re: Miss You!

Dearest Jason,

Of course I'm coming. Two weeks more...and I'm counting the hours!

I'm glad to hear that you're keeping busy...that's the best thing to do. Before you know it the season will start and then you'll really have a lot to keep you occupied—and the next thing it will be graduation time and we'll have all the time in the world to be together forever.

I'm so proud of you and so happy that you took advantage of this opportunity...even though it means that we have to be apart more that we want. I could never live with myself knowing that I kept you from following your dreams. I want you to be happy, Jason, and that means helping you make your dreams come true...just like you've made my dreams come true for me!

Lori arranged a massage for me with her favorite therapist—she said I look out of sorts. I couldn't tell her why, of course, but it was a nice present anyway. Take care of yourself. I hope the college girls aren't taking too much of your time!

I love you more than anything.

B-- Beth Miller

"Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder." - Thoreau

-----Original Message-----From: Athletics DepartmentTo: undisclosed-recipientsSent: Fri, Aug 26 7:06 amSubject: Reminder--Mandatory Meeting TodayTo: All Varsity Scholarship Athletes

From: B. Vandenberg, Associate Director for NCAA Compliance

RE: NCAA Compliance Meeting—MANDATORY for all athletes

This is to announce that there will be a meeting Thursday, September 15 at 7 PM in the Mackenna Assembly Hall for all varsity scholarship athletes. This meeting is MANDATORY, and attendance will be taken.

The agenda will cover NCAA compliance issues, drug testing protocols, association with professional agents and known gamblers, and other matters of concern to varsity athletes in all Division I sports.

The meeting should last approximately 1.5 hrs. Again, this meeting is mandatory—you must attend.

BV

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Jason checked his phone after re-checking the athletic department email for the umpteenth time. The hockey coaches had stressed how important this meeting was, and he was determined to do everything he could to impress them. 

He had the meeting in his calendar for the day, so he was good to go. He had set the alert for 6:45 to be sure he'd have enough time to make it across campus. It was hard being away from home, getting used to living with a roommate, and keeping track of his own schedule.

It was even harder getting used to not having his...Beth...around. It was so hard not to have her to come home to. He missed her terribly and thought about her constantly. He was very happy he had got her email before the meeting.—it really made his day when he read how much his mom wanted to be with him. 

He closed his eyes and thought back to the wonderful months they had spent after becoming lovers—surely the happiest time of both of their lives. When he got the scholarship offer to play Division I college hockey, he was ready to turn it down to stay with her. He recalled that conversation as though it had happened yesterday. 

"Mom, I've decided to turn down the scholarship," he began. Beth gasped.

"Jason...this is what you've dreamed about for years. Why turn it down?" she had asked, bewildered. 

"Mom, four years apart is too long. It's not worth it to me," he answered. Beth had just looked at him and smiled.

"Let's think about this like a couple, ok?" Beth had found the perfect way to start. "You're 20 and I'm 43. When you're my age, I'll be retired—and you'll be the breadwinner for us," she continued, "So do you want the love of your life cared for by a guy who never left home and is bagging groceries at Harris Teeter or by a college-educated (and hopefully wealthy) professional hockey player? I know which one I'd like," she had told him. 

"And we can make this work," Beth had assured him, "Since I'm not having to pay tuition or anything I could fly up on weekends—enough to keep us both happy and to see you play most of your games. The reunions after not seeing each other for a while will put a big smile on your face." His recalled how close they had felt after that talk. They had wanted each other so badly. 

Almost without thinking, Jason unzipped his pants and took his cock in his hand, remembering how they had gone after each other. As he thought about what they had done, his hand sped up and his cock became fully erect...

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Shit! He was jolted back to reality by the ringing of the alert. It was time to get to the meeting. He zipped up, grabbed his phone and made a beeline for the athletic facility. In his haste, he forgot that the meeting was at the Assembly Hall and not the athletic building until he was halfway across campus in the wrong direction. Fortunately, he was in good shape and by running full tilt he was able to make it just in time.

He sprinted up the stairs and into the lobby of the assembly hall as they were just closing the doors. There was a long table out front with two athletics secretaries there. He ran up to them, but didn't see the young woman who was running in from the opposite hallway. He plowed straight into her, but fortunately she was solid on her feet and didn't fall.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry," he blurted out, panting, "I'm late to a meeting."

"So am I," she said, looking at him like he was an idiot. She was tall—almost as tall as he was—and her body was like chiseled granite—slender, but rippling with muscle. She had short, blonde hair and the most intense steel grey eyes he had ever seen. He could only stare into them, like...well, like an idiot. He tried to speak but no words came out. Finally, the woman at the desk rescued him.

"If you could give me your name and sport, I'll check you in and give you your packet," she said solicitously. He tore his eyes away from the girl and looked at the table.

"Um. Jason Miller, ice hockey, m'am," he said. She looked through her list and made a note.

"Ok, Jason, I've got you checked off and here's your packet. Please go in and have a seat. Now you, please. Miss?" she continued.

"Leah Rubin, women's lacrosse," the girl said simply. She got her packet and headed for the door, then noticed that Jason was just standing there, gaping at her. "Um, are you coming in, Jason Miller ice hockey?" she asked with a smirk. Jason meekly followed her into the meeting. 

There were almost no empty seats, but Leah spotted two in the back row. The meeting proceeded uneventfully, but Jason was in agony throughout. He was captivated by how self-confident and poised this girl was. And by how...how beautiful he thought she was. His mom had told him that she wanted him to date girls his own age, but... Still, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Fortunately, the girl...Leah...seemed oblivious to Jason's torment. She spent her time absent-mindedly thumbing through the stuff in the packet, but every now and then she would look at him and smile as though amused by a new pet. Jason tried not to stare at her, but it was hard not to look too much. Finally, he decided that he simply had to talk to her. 

As the meeting was ending, he stood up and said, "Um. Leah, I'm really sorry I ran into you. I wasn't looking where I was going. And I'm not an idiot, really. Can I buy you a cup of coffee or something and apologize properly?"

Leah looked at him and smiled. "I had my doubts there for a few minutes," she teased, "but you seem ok. I'd love to get a cup of coffee with you. Want to head over to the Coffee Spot?" Jason was so happy that he almost cried.

"That would be awesome," he replied with a wide grin. As they headed down the stairs, he heard the Muppets theme song.

"Oops. That's my dad calling," Leah giggled, "Hang on one sec." She dug out her phone and hit the button. "Hey dad, what's up?" she asked breezily. As she listened, her brow furrowed. "Well, I'm kind of busy at the moment...yes...sure...I'll be home later, probably around 10 or so..." She laughed. "I know, I know, your back is acting up again, I bet...mm hm...yes...of course...no, everything's ok, I just can't talk right now. I love you too and I'll see you later." She hung up. "Sorry about that," she said to Jason.

"No problem," he answered, "I mean, if you need to..." She cut him off.

"No, everything's cool. Let's get our coffee."

They settled in with their lattes at a cozy table in the little coffee shop. Jason had been a little awkward in ordering for them, but Leah just stood back and let him take his time. Once seated though, she dove right in.

"So. Jason Miller ice hockey, what's your deal?" she asked immediately.

"Um. I'm not sure what you mean by that, but I'm new here...and obviously, I'm on the hockey team," he said a little warily.

"Yeah. But are you a transfer? You look too old to be a freshman." she queried.

"No. I'm a regular freshman. But I took a year off to work, and... Well, my dad was sick for a long time with cancer, and then he died. My mom was kind of struggling so I took a year off to work and just let things get settled. So I'm kind of an older freshman, I guess," he finally concluded.

"Jason, I'm really sorry to hear that. You know, it's funny but I had the same sort of thing going on—my mom died after a long illness when I was a sophomore at my other college, so I dropped out of school and took a year off. Then I transferred here," she said. 

They sipped their coffee and looked at each other, evaluating what they saw. Leah saw a very handsome man who seemed to be powerful and very vulnerable at the same time. Intrigued, she decided to tell him more.

"Since there wasn't anything to keep either of us in our old town, my dad decided..." She stopped as the Muppets theme song began playing, muffled in her pocket. She rolled her eyes, took out her phone and hit "ignore."

"Sorry," she said. I don't know what is bugging him tonight." She pressed a few buttons to enable the silent mode, and set the phone on the table. "Now, where were we?" she asked, "Oh, yeah. Well, anyway, my dad decided to move here, too...he owns a business and this town was perfect for it. At first, I lived on campus but during the summer I just took a bedroom in the house, and...well...I just never moved out. It does save a lot of money and it's nice to have home-cooked food."

"Yeah," Jason said sadly, "I really miss my mom's..." his voice trailed away, then he caught himself. "...er, my mom's cooking. The hockey dorm is great for quantity, but the quality is a little..." his voice trailed off again as he saw Leah's phone glowing with an incoming call.

Leah glanced down at her phone, and saw that it was her dad. Again. She gave up.

"Look, Jason, I'm really, really sorry, but my dad is phoning AGAIN. I think I'd better see what he wants. I'm...well...I'd love to..." her voice trailed off as she found herself too confused to continue. Her dad...what would he think about her seeing Jason?

"Leah, I understand," Jason assured her. He desperately wanted to ask her out, but he too was very confused. He wondered what his mother would think if he saw more of Leah. She said that she wanted him to date girls his own age, but... 

Leah just stood there and looked straight at him as long as she dared. 

"Come on," she thought," ask me out. Please." She tried to will the words out of him. Nothing came. Bitterly disappointed, she smiled and walked away. Her phone glowed again.

"Fuck you," she muttered under her breath. "cool your jets im on the way" she texted as she walked.

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When she arrived home Leah was not in a good mood, but her dad met her with such affection that she couldn't stay angry with him.

"I'm so glad you're home, baby," he said sincerely, "I've been going crazy without you."

"I know," Leah replied with a sad smile, "I got the hint on your fourth call." She walked over and gave him a hug. She wiggled against him playfully as she felt his erection in his pants. "Shit. Someone needs some attention I see," she giggled, "Since this seems like an emergency, perhaps we should start immediately." She took his hand and led him upstairs.

"You get undressed while I get comfortable," she commanded, disappearing into the bathroom. He eagerly complied. She tossed him a towel, saying, "this is all you're going to need, my love." He laid back on the bed, naked and waited for her.

When she emerged from the bathroom, he was amazed, as always, by how beautiful she was. Tall and blonde, with a body to die for, his daughter was the kind of woman than any man would be delighted to have. And she was all his.

She opened her robe slowly and let him see her body briefly, then partially closed it again. She teased him, swaying her body and allowing him glimpses of her thighs, hips, belly and breasts. She was magnificent. 

She was very tall—almost six feet—with long legs and a perfectly proportioned body. There was virtually no fat on her, but her muscles rippled underneath her smooth, tanned skin. Her beautifully shaped breasts had perky, erect brown nipples and they swayed invitingly in front of him. Even without make up, her face glowed with life and energy and her green eyes sparkled. Her dusky blonde hair fell softly around her face.

Seeing his beautiful daughter dancing seductively before him made him rigidly erect., and his cock firmly pushed up the towel that covered his lap. As Leah flashed her tits in his face, his eyes widened, then focused on her erect nipples. The tits were replaced by her face and he stared into her eyes, entranced. She leaned forward and kissed him.

"Hey, daddy," she said in a little-girl voice, "You look like you need something from your sweet little girl." He could only nod in response. "I bet daddy needs a blowjob, doesn't he?" she teased. Again, a nod. "Does daddy want his innocent daughter to suck his big cock?" she asked, removing her robe.

"Oh God, Leah," he cried, "Yes. Suck me off, honey. Please." Leah looked down at his rampant prick.

"Oh daddy," she sighed, "It's so big. I don't know if I can get my little mouth around it." He groaned. "But I guess I'll have to try," she whispered, bending down and licking the head.

"Ahhh, fuck," he sighed as he felt her tongue swirl around the head of his cock, "That's it. You can do it, baby. Suck it." He reached up and put his hand on the back of her head, pulling her face down on the cock.

Leah opened her mouth and took most of it. She sucked hard and moved her head up and down a few times, feeling his body tense. She took some time to lick up and down the shaft, and once it was wet, she began stroking it with her hand, jacking him off. After a few strokes, she replaced her mouth on the head of his cock and began blowing him slowly but firmly, maintaining eye contact as she did so.

Again, after a few minutes, she deep-throated him then licked up and down the shaft to get him really wet before jacking him hard. This time, her hand flew up and down his shaft as she moved in for the kill.

"Ohh fuck, baby," he grunted as she felt his cock go rigid in her hand, "Suck it out of me."

She put her mouth back on the head, but kept her hand beating him off hard. He raised his head to look at her and she gazed straight into his eyes as she increased the speed of her beating hand. After a few seconds, she felt his body jerk and saw his eyes roll up. As his head dropped back, Leah skillfully began to suck the head of his cock. He shuddered and grunted as the first wad of semen shot into her mouth. She opened her mouth and let him see it boil up as he continued to shoot off. As he finished, she collected it with her tongue and sucked it back into her mouth. He saw her face pucker as she swallowed it.

He pulled her up and they kissed, and he relished tasting the slightly medicinal residue of his semen in her mouth.

"Feel better?" she asked with a smile.

"Oh God yes, baby. You're the best," he replied lovingly. He ruffled her hair the way he used to do when she was a little girl, and his daughter hugged him. "I love you, Leah," he whispered.

"I love you too, daddy," she sighed. She kissed him again, and they cuddled for a long time.

"Dad, I'd like to...er...I think I want to go to my own room for tonight," Leah said finally, "I think I'd...I'm..."

"Leah, baby, is something wrong?" her dad asked.

"No. It's just...well, ok," she finally decided to come clean. "I was talking with a really nice guy after the meeting tonight and your calls kept interrupting us. I feel really bad about it, and...well, I want to call him and apologize." 

Her father's face fell, and he closed his eyes. After a moment he sat up and spoke seriously. "I'm ashamed of myself, Leah, and I'm very, very sorry to have done what I did. It was totally selfish, and I'm sorry if it put you in a bad spot with your friend," he said with conviction.

"It's ok, dad, really," she assured him, glad that he wasn't...what? Jealous?

"I appreciate that...but no, it's not really ok. When I get...when... Shit, Leah...I get to where I want you so bad that I can't think straight. But I've got to do better with that. It's not...healthy, and it's not good for either of us. Please. I'm really sorry, and I promise not to let it happen again. If it does would you just do me a favor and text 'shut up asshole' or something to remind me, please?" Leah laughed out loud.

"It would be my pleasure," she said, still giggling. Hearing her dad apologize made her feel good—he really was a good person, and she was right to love him. "Now I want to go call...um...Jason and apologize."

"Ok, sweetie. Sleep well," he said, kissing her. Just before she closed the door behind her he spoke again. "Leah," he added, "would you apologize to Jason for me, too, please?"

She looked at him as he lay there, and remembered how much she loved him. Even when he was a pain in the ass, she loved him. And he had understood that she wanted to call Jason.

Softly closing the bedroom door behind her, she tiptoed down the hall back to her own room. She pondered how life changed over time—she had spent so many years tiptoeing toward her father's bedroom, and now her footsteps were leading her away.




Massage Mat Ch. 05



She hadn't been in her own room for weeks. It felt a little strange at first, but she quickly settled in. She took out her phone to call Jason only to realize that she had no idea what his number was. She flipped through all of her text messages, but with no luck—they had only talked in person.

Suddenly inspired, she got on Facebook. Now, what was his name? Jason... "Jason Miller, ice hockey," she recalled. A quick search revealed 9,840 Jason Millers. She scrolled down, scrutinizing each one intently. Jason John Miller, Jason and Ty Miller, Jason "Mayhem" Miller—aha, that sounded like a hockey player, she thought and clicked on the link. Unfortunately, "Mayhem" Miller had a marijuana farm, and clearly was not who she was seeking. This search looked hopeless, and she put down her phone and slumped back, defeated.

Another inspiration struck. She retrieved her phone and called her teammate, Meghan. 

"Hey number 11, what's up?" Meg answered. 

"Meg, I hope I'm not bothering you. It's kind of late I know...but I need a favor," Leah began. She heard shuffling on the other end of the phone.

"I can be over in 10 minutes," Meg answered.

"Um. I don't need you to come over here, really. I need..." Leah began

"Shit. I thought you had come to your senses and were calling me instead of that asshole ex of yours," Meg interrupted.

"Oh Christ, not THAT again," Leah exclaimed.

"Baby, you were a campus celeb for a little while. I think Mac even told the janitors about it," Meg teased, "How many times have I told you that men weren't worth the trouble? A woman would never do anything like that to you. Especially me. Now, how about it?" she concluded.

"You should go for a career in sales," Leah replied, "but I'm not shopping this evening. I need a phone number, and I'm hoping you can get it for me."

"Whose phone number?" Meg asked guardedly.

"A phone number for a hockey player," Leah replied, "I met him at the meeting tonight, and...well, it's a long story, but I need to call him and apologize for something. But I don't have his number," she explained.

"Ok, but I don't have the numbers for hockey players," Meg explained, "well, maybe for a couple of field hockey players, but..."

Leah interrupted her, "I don't have time to hear the sordid details of your conquests at the moment. You work in the athletics office, right? Surely there's a list somewhere of phone numbers. I'll take you to Chipotle for a week if you get me the number," she offered. Food was always a good motivator with Meg. There was silence on the other end of the line. Finally, Meg answered.

"No Chipotle. I'll get you the number, but you have to kiss me in return," she said with an evil chuckle.

"Meg, for Christ's sake, don't play around. You know I don't kiss girls," Leah said grimly.

"You will if you want this boy's digits," came the reply. Meg did have a nefarious streak in her...she was a hellacious defender.

"Ok. One kiss and you get me the number in the next five minutes," Leah was a hard bargainer herself.

"I have the phone number right now," Meg replied coolly, "and here's the deal. You'll kiss with me for five minutes, and there's going to be at least one French kiss happening. If you don't like it after five minutes, I'll give up for good...but I think you're going to like it, Leah."

"Blech," replied Leah, "I don't think so, but I will kiss you for five minutes to be sure...you little lech," she giggled. "One thing, though," Leah added quickly," NO ONE will know about our deal except us, right? I'm not having this advertised around campus."

"It will be our little secret," Meg replied solemnly, "I'm texting you the number now. Have a nice talk with Jason, and I'm going to get you to pay up on the weekend."

"Ok. Thanks. Bye," Leah said and hung up. "How do I get myself into these things?" she wondered, then she smiled as the text arrived. She quickly dialed Jason's number. 

No answer. Of course.

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He lay there in the dark, trying to sort out his feelings. He knew that he had been wrong to pester his daughter for sex the way he had. "Why can't I control myself?" he wondered. 

And now this...Jason. Who the fuck was Jason? And why was Leah so concerned about apologizing to him? 

He knew that Leah had had other boyfriends, but that was before they... Was this one just a friend, or was his daughter developing an interest in someone her own age? What would that mean for them? No, that was incorrect. What would it mean for him? That was the real question. And did he want to keep his daughter locked away? What if she wanted to have a normal life? Well, those questions would have to wait, he decided. He rolled over and was soon asleep.

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"Hey it's Jason. Leave a message or send a text and I'll get back as soon as I can," she heard his cheerful voice then the beep.

"Hi Jason, it's Leah...from tonight's meeting, er...you know...the Coffee Spot. I wanted to...um...I thought that I should...I mean...ah. Maybe you could give me a call when you get a chance, ok? Thanks." She hung up. 

"That was lame," she told herself. She knew she had sounded like an idiot. "Well," she mumbled, "he'll either call back or he won't." While she waited, she added Jason's number to her contacts and decided to choose a ringtone for him. As she was fiddling with her phone, a text came through. She saw right away it was from Jason.

"cant talk right now will call in 15min," glowed cheerfully from her phone. Leah redoubled her efforts to find a good ringtone.

Sure enough, in about 15 minutes, her phone began emitting the barking dog sound she had chosen. She giggled and answered, "Hi Jason Miller ice hockey."

"Hi to you Leah Rubin women's lacrosse. By the way, I don't think you needed to put the 'women's' in there...it's pretty obvious that you're not going to be on the men's lacrosse team." He chuckled.

"Point taken. But I've only ever heard my sport called 'women's lacrosse.' So there," Leah teased. She wondered why she felt so playful when she talked to Jason. "So, anyway. I wanted to call and apologize for running out on you tonight."

"Aw, Leah, that's really nice of you but I understand. Family comes first," Jason replied. Leah was struck by the unintended irony of "family comes first." Unfortunately, in her family "coming" was starting to take priority over almost everything.

"Thanks, Jason. I just...I mean I was really enjoying talking with you and hated to leave," she said before she could stop herself. 

"Did I just say that? Christ!" she thought. There was a pause on the other end. "He probably has a bunch of girls throwing themselves at him" she told herself, "way to go, idiot." She started to speak again. Thankfully Jason spoke first, saving her further embarrassment.

"Leah...I..." he began. Leah steeled herself for the inevitable rejection, knowing that she richly deserved it. The guy just wanted to buy her a cup of coffee to apologize for bumping into her, and now she was stalking him at 11 PM to... 

"...I really, really liked talking with you too," his voice...his beautiful voice...interrupted her thoughts.

"You what?" she blurted out, incredulously.

"I really like talking with you," Jason repeated. Fortunately one of them could still think straight, she realized, "I haven't been this happy since I came to campus. Thanks for really brightening up my day." Leah almost cried. He was so sweet.

"That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me," she replied softly. "You're welcome. I'd love to brighten up another day of yours. Anytime."

"How about tomorrow?" Jason asked quickly. 

"Sure," she paused, "Fuck. Tomorrow is sort of horrible for me...classes then practice, then I'm supposed to go to a party..." her voice trailed off as she thought.

"No problem," Jason replied, "maybe on the weekend..." Leah interrupted him.

"You could come to the party with me," she added brightly, "That is, if you want to and don't mind that I'm the one asking you out."

"I do and I don't," Jason quipped.

"You do and don't what?" Leah asked, "You don't have to come, you know."

"No no no," came the reply, "I do want to go and I don't mind you asking me."

"Oh," Leah answered. She had always been told that she could be a tough girl for a guy to handle, but she suddenly realized that she might have met her match in this one. He could handle himself pretty well. That was just fine with her.

They made plans and said goodnight. Leah slept like a baby. In her own bed. 

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At the party, Leah was surprised to find that Jason's mom kept calling him. He apologized profusely, but she reminded him that the shoe had been on the other foot just two nights before and he felt better. Somehow, the fact that they both had to deal with helicopter parents brought them closer together, and they talked and laughed together all evening. 

Jason was impressed by how sweet Leah's personality was—a real contrast to her muscular body and tough exterior. When Jason's friends teased him about being a mama's boy, though, Leah instantly came to his defense, shouting "shut the fuck up, asshole," at the toughest guy and silencing him instantly—and earning Jason's undying gratitude in the process.

The next two weeks passed quickly for Jason. Classes, practice and some time with Leah filled his days, and he found himself getting more and more excited about his mom's impending visit. As that drew closer, he found that he spent less time with his new friend and more time on the phone with his mom. At long last, "the day" arrived. 

He went through the day in a fog, only able to focus on the fact that his mom would be with him that evening. They stayed in touch by text and he eagerly followed her progress through the day: 

"this damn security line is taking FOREVER,"

"waiting to board...I'm so excited!!!" 

"WE LANDED!!!! Will get my car and head to the hotel. Call you when I'm there" 

Finally the call came and Jason sprinted over to the hotel she gave him. He located her room and knocked...

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Beth had taken a suite at one of the best hotels near campus. Although it was expensive, she realized that she was quickly going to be earning so many bonus points with flights, car rentals and hotel stays that she could afford to travel in style—and this was the only "cost" of Jason's education. Well, she thought, she was going to "educate" him to the point of exhaustion this weekend. 

Wisely, had she picked a hotel that he could walk to without attracting a lot of attention, but she was in an agony of anticipation from the time she had arrived. At last there was a knock on the door. She opened it to be literally swept off her feet by her son. He picked her up in one easy movement and kicked the door shut as he carried her around the room. Finally he put her down and they kissed long and deeply.

"Oh God, Jason. I've missed you so much," she sighed pulling him to her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She could tell how much more muscular he had become. "You look.... great, baby," she said, looking at him, "They're really working you out." She felt a surge of desire pulse through her as she saw how masculine her son was. He looked at her lovingly, but with unconcealed animal desire. It had been a long time for them both.

"Take me to bed and make love to me. I want to feel like your wife," Beth said impulsively. Jason picked her up as easily as she would pick up a baby and carried her to the bed. He set her down gently and kissed her.

"Just lie here for a minute. I'll be right back," he said. He closed the drapes, and she watched him rummaging in his backpack in the darkened room. A match flared, and he lit some candles and placed them around the room. From his phone, soft music began to play.

"You're too much," she said, smiling, "Get over here."

"Ok mom...er, Beth...er. OK. This is confusing...I mean, it was complicated with mom and Beth. Now I've got to figure out how to add wife?" he said with a smile, "Besides, what do you say to a wife? Yes, wifey? This is going to take a little practice." Beth removed her blouse and showed him her breasts.

"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it," she sighed, "Call me whatever you want. Just make love to me."

Jason watched, entranced, as he mother sat up and slowly stripped in front of him. She had found herself masturbating almost daily over the last week in a frenzy of anticipation, but rather than relieving her sexual tensions her self-play had only added fuel to the fire burning between her thighs.

She fixed him with her gaze as she bared her breasts, revealing her erect nipples. Her own hands found them, pulling them to make them larger. As her son bent down to suckle, she unzipped her skirt and pulled it and her underwear off in one movement.

Jason sucked her breasts eagerly, relishing the now-familiar taste and feel of her nipples. His hand moved down her body and found her mons, stroking first the hair above the lips, then the lips, then the clitoris. He felt his mother's body jerk, stiffen and then arch upward as he stroked the aching organ slowly, gently, teasingly.

Beth broke away only long enough to pull off Jason's t-shirt and unzip his jeans. He pushed them off and joined her on the bed, and they quickly resumed their foreplay. As Jason returned to his work on her nipples and genitals, his mother's hand found his massive erection and gripped it firmly. She stroked firmly but slowly, milking out the clear fluid that soon covered her hand.

"Ohhh. Oh God, mo--, Beth," Jason sighed, "That feels so good." He sped up the circles his finger was making on her clitoris. Beth gasped.

"Oh Jason. Oh God," she moaned, "Take me." She grabbed his head and guided his mouth from her breasts up to her face for a long, deep French kiss. She felt his cock twitching in her hand as she swirled her tongue around his.

He needed no further encouragement—he just pushed her down on her back and positioned himself between her legs, mounting her with an expertise born of much practice. She guided the head of his cock as he effortlessly thrust into her, driving himself deeply into her yielding flesh. Beth gasped as she was reminded just how huge her son's cock was.

"Jesus Christ, Jason," she gasped as he began moving in and out. She felt like a butterfly spread open and pinned to a board, transfixed by the enormous cock working inside her.

Jason drove his cock deeper into her. He watched his mother's eyes roll back as she lost herself in the pleasure he was giving her. As her face became flushed, Jason became more aware of his maleness than he had ever been before. His mother made him feel so...manly...when he took her. He began driving himself deeper into her, his young, lean, strong body using all of his force to take her.

Beth felt herself going and knew that her son was going to finish them both. She felt herself transported to the field, to the rich, fertile Earth where her journey had started. She began to arch and squirm as she worked herself deeper into the receptive earth. The large, powerful planting machine arrived, just as she hoped it would, drilling its tool deep into the soft, yielding, moistness.

She knew, as always, that the machine was her late husband Dan, and she loved knowing that he was going to drill his seed into her. But now....she saw that her son was at the controls of the machine, expertly manipulating the tool to maximum effect. Beth was overwhelmed with the idea that her son was now doing the planting...the her son was going to plant his seed in her.

"Oh God, Jason. Yes. Plant your seed in me," she gasped out loud. Jason responded by speeding up his already hard and furious thrusting.

"Ahhh. Mom," he grunted, then tried to correct himself, "Beth, I." She cut him off.

"Don't worry about that, just keep going. I want your hot seed inside me," Beth replied looking into his eyes. As he met her gaze, she realized that she was going to have the same effect on him that she had on Angie and Lori.

"Mom...I," he cried, feeling himself leaving his body, "Oh God, mom...I want to..."

"I know," Beth gasped, interrupting him. "Lift my leg," she commanded. As he did, Jason felt that he could thrust much deeper into her.

"Like that?" he asked breathlessly.

"God yes," Beth moaned, "Now thrust deeper. Oh, yes...further back...fuck...a little more..." she grunted as Jason felt a rubbery knob against the head of his cock. He pressed harder against it and watched his mother's eyes get big and heard her grunt again. "Fuck yes," she gasped, "Do you feel it?"

"God mom, I do," he replied, "What is it?"

"It's my cervix, honey... my womb...where you were conceived. Give me your seed in my womb, Jason.," he heard his mother groan, "I want all of your seed in my womb, Jason. Plant your seed in your mother. I want to have your child." 

Their eyes locked and Jason felt himself being sucked into his mother. He was helpless to resist but wouldn't have wanted to stop anyway. The idea of impregnating his mother intoxicated him, and he pulled her to him.

"Be a man, Jason. Do me. Make a baby," Beth cried as her orgasm began.

"Oh mom, I want to make you pregnant," he cried as her gaze pulled his essence deep inside her. He felt himself flooding her body, mind and soul and saw her brimming with light as she shook and moaned in ecstasy.

As they lay together afterward, gently kissing, Beth ruffled Jason's hair. He spoke first.

"Mom, I...I mean..." he stammered, "Are we really going to have a baby?" Beth kissed him, smiled and shook her head.

"No, honey," she assured him, "I'm very baby-proof. I made sure to take care of that when we started...being intimate. You know that if we were to really have a baby it could have a lot of problems, don't you?" she asked. 

"Well, I know that it wouldn't be normal for a mom and son to make a baby," he chuckled. Beth laughed out loud.

"Um. That's putting it mildly," she said with a smile, "The reason is that there's a huge risk of birth defects or other genetic problems when you have two people who are closely related making babies. So it wouldn't be fair to a child for us to do that—no matter how much we'd want one." Jason nodded.

"Well, I'm happy with you," he said, kissing her, "You're all I need."

"I know, sweetie," Beth replied, "But I do wish that you could have a child. You would be a wonderful father. And I'd love to have a beautiful grandchild to spoil." Jason looked lovingly at his mother as he imagined how much joy that would bring her.

"Gosh, mom. I never thought of it that way," he replied, "It would be beautiful to share that with you." She saw him become a bit sad as he realized that they couldn't share that. "I wish we could...you know, somehow..." he tried to think of how they could make that a reality.

"Well," Beth said softly, "we don't have to worry about that for a while...you need to get through school first, Mr. Freshman. If we do want to get serious about a child, though, we could adopt or find a surrogate mom—you know, a woman who would have your child for us. That's what couples who can't have children do all the time."

Jason took her in his arms, feeling very close to her. "I'd do that if it would make you happy," he said lovingly, "I'd like it, too....um, having a baby to share with you," he added quickly. Beth giggled.

"Yeah. I bet you're fertile as hell, Jason," she said, looking at him intently. "You can really plant your seed in me."

"Plant my seed?" he asked.

"Yes, baby," she sighed, "That's what started this whole mess. Remember when you first saw me masturbating?" Jason nodded.




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"Boy, do I ever," he said with a big smile, "Fuck. That was so hot." Beth blushed.

"Well, when I was having my orgasm I was imagining laying in a field, with a big planting machine—like a tractor or something—above me drilling its seed into me. And I imagined that the machine was...your father." Jason got a far away look as he imagined his dad planting the seed in Beth that made him. "And just now, I was imagining the same machine, except that you were driving it," Beth continued, "That's what made me want your baby."

Jason leaned forward and kissed her, "Maybe you should have brought the massage mat." he teased. Beth grabbed his hardening penis and stroked it to full erection.

"I don't need a fucking mat anymore," she whispered, "I've got a man to take care of me." She fell silent as Jason mounted her again.

Several orgasms later, they fell into a deep sleep together.

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The next morning they rose early and made love again. Jason wanted to take Beth to the Coffee Spot so she could see one of his favorite hangouts. As they had their scones and coffee, Beth was surprised to see a tall, slender blonde girl walk up to their table.

"Hey Jason Miller ice hockey," she said happily, ruffling Jason's hair, "Let me guess. This must be your mom." Jason nearly choked on his scone, but saved himself with a quick gulp of coffee.

"Yes, Leah, it is. Um. Mom, this is a friend of mine, Leah Rubin...we...we hang out a lot...she plays lacrosse," Jason said, "Leah, this is my mom...her name is Elizabeth Miller, but she goes by Beth."

"Hi Mrs. Miller," said Leah, shaking her hand and smiling, "It's really great to meet you. I've heard a lot about you...all good of course." 

"Somehow," Beth thought, "I know this person." Her voice sounded familiar.

"Well, it's good to meet you, Leah," answered Beth, "Would you like to join us? You're most welcome." Beth looked at Leah and felt...joyful. "What a beautiful girl," she thought to herself. "But where have we met before?"

Jason's stomach did a somersault and he tried to catch Leah's eye as he began subtly shaking his head "no." He wasn't sure how he would, or could, handle that situation. Leah was not looking at him, but fortunately she had to leave anyway.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Miller," she said, "I'd love to but we have early practice today—like real athletes. The hockey boys don't go until the afternoon." She looked at Jason. "They probably need the time to recover from their nightly debauches. Right, Jason?" she teased. As he opened his mouth to reply, she went on, "Anyway, I have to run. It was great to meet you." Beth chuckled, then stopped as she realized where she had heard that voice.

"Excuse me, Leah, but I think we've already met, " she said. Leah stopped and stared at her blankly.

"I'm sure that we've never seen each other until right now," Leah said, bewildered.

"Well, we haven't seen each other, but we've sort of met. I was on the phone with Jason when he was at a party a couple of weeks ago. Some young woman made a pretty vigorous statement on his behalf, I recall," Beth ended with a smile. Leah blushed crimson.

"Oh, dear," she said sheepishly, "That wasn't one of my more ladylike moments, I'm afraid. I'm really sorry, Mrs. Miller." Beth just shook her head.

"Don't apologize, Leah. You did well...really well," she said emphatically. She turned to Jason as Leah left and said, "She is quite a girl." Jason could only nod. Quite a girl. 

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"I hate to say it this way, but today is our last full day together," Beth said as they left the Coffee Spot, "I know you have to get to practice, but let's figure out what you want to do afterward. I want to spend the rest of the day making you happy, Jason. I feel so wonderful and fulfilled and I want to make sure you feel the same way before I go." Jason reached out and gave her a big hug.

"You make me feel so special," he said softly.

"That's because you are," she answered, "So. What would you like to do after practice?"

"Well..." Jason began slowly, "I'd love to go out for Mexican. I mean, like we used to do back home after hockey. I really miss those times, and there's a good Mexican place here...you'd like it," he said eagerly.

"Ok. Mexican is on me," Beth said as she always had. "And to top it off, I'll drive you over to the rink in my fancy rental car." On the way, she could sense that something was on Jason's mind. Once they got to the rink she asked him what he was thinking. He blushed.

"Well...gee...this is sort of awkward, but," Jason took a deep breath, 'I really liked seeing you all fancied up when you arrived. You looked so amazing...um...Could you dress like that again?" he finally asked.

"Of course I can, darling," his mother replied, "I'll be back to pick you up at five looking as good I can."

Jason gave her a big kiss and ran into the rink. He had a good practice and a quick meeting with the coaches afterward. Even so, he was one of the last players out of the dressing room. As he walked through the parking lot, he saw a group of his friends staring at a woman. She was standing next to his mother's rental car and she was...stunningly hot. With a start, Jason realized that she was his mother. He didn't know what to do—if he went over to her, his friends would have a million questions. He just stood and watched for a few minutes.

Finally, she saw him and realized what was happening. She got into her car and drove away with a wave to the group of hockey players staring at her. In a few seconds, Jason's phone rang.

"I'll pick you up around the corner," he heard Beth say.

"K. See you in a sec," he answered, sprinting through the building before anyone saw him.

They had a good Mexican dinner, but neither of them were in a mood to linger over the meal: Jason could do little besides stare at his mother. As soon as Beth had paid the check they hurried back to her hotel. 

"I take it you like what you see," Beth teased, once they were safely in her room.

"Oh Jesus, mom, you look...unbelievable," Jason said, awed.

"I'm glad you find me attractive," Beth said quietly, dropping to her knees in front of her son, "Now, would you like this dolled-up female to show you what she can do?" She began rubbing the front of his jeans.

As Jason looked down at his mother's face, he was suddenly flooded with a realization. He bent down and lifted her to her feet. 

"Mom, this is going to sound weird, I know, but..." he stopped to find the right words.

"Jason, you can ask me to do anything. If you want me naked out on the balcony, tied up, or whatever, just ask. I want to do whatever will make you happy tonight," Beth assured him.

"I know...well. Shit. Ok. You look awesome with all the make-up and the nice clothes and everything...but...I mean...well, I guess what I really want to just you. I mean, not all of the fancy stuff, but just good, old you without all of the fanciness." As he said this, Beth's eyes became moist.

"Jason, in my entire life, no one has ever said anything that has made me feel more special than that," she said as tears rolled down her face. "That you just want me for who I really am is the most wonderful, special feeling in the world...it's the greatest gift you could give to any woman. I'm so lucky that you love me," she ended, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Jason held her close.

"Well, it's just the truth," he said finally, "That's what I really want."

"You got it," said Beth, disappearing into the bathroom, "Give me about five minutes." Beth knew men well enough to know that he didn't really want her without any makeup, so she left on her eyeliner and a little lipstick. She undid her hair, letting it fall naturally around her face, but keeping it carefully arranged—and she chose to leave on her delicate necklace. She inspected herself carefully in the mirror. "Perfect," she thought, "Natural, but 'enhanced.'" She knew that Jason would be happy with her.

One look at his face when she came out of the bathroom assured her that she had hit the mother lode. Her son was entranced. She walked over to the bed, and stood there, looking into his eyes...sensing. Sure enough, she could feel him connecting with her...then...she could sense that he had other desires.

"What else do you want, Jason?" she asked, smiling at him. He looked at her with a desperate need. And then she knew, even without him saying a word. She embraced him. "You seem to want your mother tonight," she said softly. Jason just nodded. She looked at him again. "No, that's not quite right, is it?" she asked. "It seems like you want...mommy. Oh Jason, is that what you want tonight?" He closed his eyes and nodded. His most deeply held desire was coming true. How could she have known?

"Well then, why don't you go into the bathroom and get ready for bed like a good boy?" Beth began. "If mommy's good boy brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed quickly mommy will give him a reward. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she asked teasingly. Without a word, Jason instantly disappeared into the bathroom.

Beth quickly undressed and put on one of the hotel robes, opening it just enough to show a bit of cleavage. She arranged the lighting in the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

Jason emerged from the bathroom, also wearing a robe. When he saw her, she saw a bulge swiftly appear in the front of his robe.

"Did mommy's good boy brush his teeth?" Beth asked. Jason nodded. "That's excellent," she said encouragingly. "Now then, did mommy's good boy take off all of his dirty clothes?" Again, Jason nodded. "My, what a wonderful young man mommy has," she responded. She was really getting into the role and enjoying herself. "I think mommy's good boy should come over here and we'll see about his reward."

Jason walked over and stood in front of his mother, his erection aggressively pointing directly at her face. Beth looked up at him.

"Oh dear," she said with mock concern, "my darling son seems to have a problem. Do you know what this is, Jason? It's called an erection." She patted it gently. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, you see, all MEN get them. It's a sign that you are a man, Jason. It seems like we need to have 'the talk' now." 

Beth undid the sash of Jason's robe and let it fall open.

"Oh yes, you are truly a man. Mommy is so proud of her big, strong man," she went on, teasingly. A droplet of pre-cum appeared on Jason's cock. Beth went on in her mommy voice.

"So perfect," she began, stroking the insides of his thighs and urging his legs slightly further apart. She gently cupped his balls. "These are Jason's testicles," she explained, "They are where sperm is made. When you put your sperm inside a woman you will make a baby. Do you understand?" Jason simply nodded. Beth asked softly, "Jason, darling, is this what you want? Do you like this?"

"Oh God, yes, mom...ah...mommy," he answered.

"Good. I'm so glad mommy is making her big, handsome man happy," she answered, resuming her character. "So do you know how Jason's sperm is going to get inside a woman?" she asked with a wicked look on her face. Jason shook his head. She reached up and wrapped her hand around his cock.

"Jason is going to use his penis to put it inside some very lucky girl. When you see a girl you like, you will get an erection...like you have now...and you will feel an urge for sex." Beth squeezed his cock hard, then released it. "Do you feel any urges now, Jason?" she asked, her face so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his cockhead. Jason, unable to speak, could only nod.

"The urge you feel is the urge for sex, my son. That is the urge that will help you produce children with some lucky girl. You see, this is what a girl's body will look like," Beth stood up and removed her robe, showing Jason her naked body.

"These are mommy's breasts, it's where mommy makes the milk to feed babies. Would Jason like to nurse on mommy's breasts for a little while?" she asked, pulling his face down to her nipples. Jason sucked and licked them greedily.

"Oh God, mom," he sighed, "I love your nipples."

"Mommy is so glad that her big, strong, handsome son still likes mommy's big nipples," Beth said, stroking his hair as he continued to nurse, "My darling Jason liked mommy's tits when he was a little baby, and he still likes them now that he's a big, grown man." Jason's hands cupped Beth's ass as he continued to suckle her breasts. As he squeezed and massaged, Beth could feel herself getting wet and swollen.

"Oh, mommy likes it when Jason plays with her ass," she cooed, nuzzling Jason's hair. Then she lifted his head gently away from her breasts. "Let's see what my son's penis looks like now," she added, pushing Jason back a step.

He cock was flat against his belly, rigidly erect. The head was swollen and starting to become purple with engorged blood. Clear fluid oozed from the tip and ran down the shaft. Beth sighed.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid that mommy's good boy is getting lustful thoughts," she said wickedly, "Isn't he?" she queried, looking accusingly at Jason. He nodded.

"Tell mommy what you're thinking, Jason," she demanded, "Be honest or you won't be a good boy. You know that only good boys get nice treats like this, don't you?" Jason nodded.

"Yes, m'am," he nodded, "I swear I'll tell the truth." He cleared his throat nervously, "I'm thinking about what mommy looks like between her legs" he said, surprised to find himself blushing like a little boy. Beth recoiled in mock horror.

"Oh my goodness," she said in her best mommy voice, "What a naughty thing to think about!" She looked at Jason through narrowed eyes. "If my darling son is thinking about what's between mommy's legs, he must know what it's called. Does my son know naughty words for what's between mommy's legs?" she asked teasingly. Jason nodded meekly. "Tell mommy what words you know, Jason," she commanded gently, "Be a good boy and tell mommy." Jason blushed crimson and his cock twitched.

"Um...vagina," he said softly. Beth shook her head.

"You know other, naughtier words, don't you?" she scolded. "Tell mommy what naughty words you know. Mommy needs to know just how much you know about...about this." she said softly, sitting up, spreading her legs and pointing to her vulva. For a second, she thought that Jason was going to ejaculate on the spot, as his cock bucked and twitched, splattering pre-come on his belly and her thighs.

Jason stared at his mother's genitals, swollen open and glistening with lubrication. He saw the engorged, red lips. Her large, erect clitoris strained forward, its swollen head peaking from under the retracted hood.

"Pussy," he said. His gaze never left his mother's genitals.

"What else?" she demanded.

"Cunt," Jason said, now past the point of hesitation or embarrassment. Beth realized that he would do anything for her at that moment, and she relished the control she had earned by her relentless teasing.

"More," she said simply.

"Twat," came the immediate reply. Beth reached down and spread herself open with her fingers, showing her son the entrance to her vagina. That produced an immediate response. "Fuck hole," he added.

"Such filth," Beth whispered, "So has my little boy ever done naughty things with his penis? Has he touched that big cock of his?" Again, Jason nodded meekly. "I thought so," Beth said, giving him a look that made a ribbon of pre-come ooze from the tip and drip down his shaft like a dripping candle. 

"Has my sweet son made himself ejaculate?" she continued. Again, the meek nod. "So what has my darling boy thought about when he masturbates?" Beth asked coyly. Jason thought that he would surely pass out soon. He took a deep breath.

"about...about mommy," he said in a trembling whisper.

"What about mommy?" Beth continued to interrogate him.

"About mommy's...about between mommy's legs," came the shuddering reply.

"Use your words, Jason," she commanded him, "What part of mommy's body?" Jason's vision blurred briefly, and he thought he would come for sure. He reached out to grasp his cock, but his mother slapped his hand away viciously.

"NO!" she yelled, startling him. She slapped again, this time directly on his dick, sending pre-come splattering everywhere. She fixed him with a steely stare. "You keep your hands off of that, young man. We are going to learn some self-control. Now. What part of mommy's body do you think about when you masturbate? Come on, speak up, son."

"I think about...mommy's pussy," came the quivering reply, "I'm sorry mommy, I just think about your pussy all the time." Beth stood up and kissed her son. 

"I know, sweetie, I'm sure it's hard for such a virile man to control his sex urges. I think mommy can help Jason," she said coquettishly. She sat down on the bed, Jason's erect cock right in front of her face. She lightly kissed the shaft, then licked her way up to the head. Jason groaned.

"Oh mom, I'm going to come," he moaned. Beth squeezed the base of his penis hard, and his immediate need to ejaculate passed.

"Can Jason hold off just a little longer for mommy?" she asked. Jason looked at her with an air of desperation. She knew that he was about at the end of his rope.

"Mommy can tell. When Jason's penis starts to throb like that, he is about to go," she sighed. She smiled at her son and laid back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and giving him a direct view of her throbbing genitals.

"I think you know what to do now, honey," she said softly. Without hesitation, her son mounted her and penetrated her deeply. He picked up her leg and worked in further, seeking her cervix as he had done before. When he heard her grunt, he knew that he was where he needed to be. He immediately began to fuck her hard, banging against her body and bouncing her around like a toy doll.

It only took seconds before they both came hard. He went first, growling with lust as he shot deep into her. Watching her son climax inside her sent Beth over the edge instantly. Her body jerked, arched, then began shaking as she came. He felt her pussy clamping down on his cock, milking it dry.

Afterward, they lay together and cuddled, once again equals. Jason held Beth tenderly and ruffled her hair as she nuzzled against her son's strong chest. Jason looked at his mother lovingly. Her eyes met his and he felt that, somehow, she could read his thoughts.

"Yes, darling, I do wish that I could have your child," she said tenderly, "I want you to become a father very badly." Jason kissed her, and realized that somehow she could tell what he was thinking.

"Well, I mean, after we talked about that the last time, I've thought about it and I think it would be so wonderful. You'd be a great mom—I mean, you are a great mom. I'm just not sure if a baby would be my son or brother," he said sadly. Beth chuckled mirthlessly.

"Or If I would be his mother or grandmother," she said ruefully, "Yes, Jason, I'm afraid that we can't have a child together." She paused and looked in his eyes. "At the right time in the future, I would, though, very much like you to consider having a child with another woman."

"Mom, no, I couldn't" Jason protested, "I mean, that would be like cheating on you."

"No, honey, not if we agreed what WE would do," Beth assured him, "If it's what we both want, and if the other woman agrees, then no one would be cheating anyone." Jason looked at his mother incredulously.

"You mean that you want me to have sex with another woman?" he asked.

"Well, no, not if you put it that way," Beth protested, "But I do want you to be a father, and to fulfill your life in that way. And if that means that you become a father with another woman, I'm willing to find a place in my heart for that." She looked at him tenderly. "I'm willing to do that because I love you, Jason, and know how that would fulfill you." She shifted slightly, rubbing against Jason's leg. He was surprised to find that his mother was getting wet. He put his hand down between her legs and felt her. She was swollen open and fully lubricated.




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"Yes, honey, the thought of you making some lucky girl pregnant makes me very excited," Beth whispered. Her eyes were wide open and staring with excitement. Jason began stroking along the length of her erect clitoris, and his mother sighed and relaxed against his body.

"Maybe you'd like to have sex with another man while you watched me make us a baby with another girl?" he asked. His mother grunted with pleasure and shook her head.

"No, baby, I will never be with another man besides you and your father," Beth said firmly, "I know that in my heart." Jason increased the speed of his hand, stroking her clit more firmly.

"What if I said that your being with someone else it would make me feel more comfortable fathering a child with another woman?" he asked. Beth leaned forward and licked Jason's nipple.

"Well, honey, the 'someone else' wouldn't necessarily have to be a MAN, would it?" she asked softly. It took a moment for that to sink in, then Jason's cock sprang to instant, full erection. He stared at his mother.

"You mean..." he began. She nodded and smiled.

"I was going to find a good time to tell you about this," Beth began, "and this seems to be the time. But since we've been apart, I've found that I do enjoy being with women sexually. I hope you don't mind that too much, darling." She looked into his eyes and began stroking her son's massive erection.

"Oh, God, no," he sighed, "that's the hottest thing I've ever heard. Who did you do it with?" he asked. Beth giggled.

"Well..." she began slowly, "...um...there were two. One woman that you don't know and one that you do," she said leadingly. Jason's eyes got wide.

"You don't mean Mrs...." he gasped. His mother giggled and nodded.

"Yes, sweetie. My best friend Lori like to kiss girls," she said teasingly. Jason's cock again began leaking pre-come. "She also told me that it turns on her husband to know that she makes out with the gals, and he likes to hear about their adventures while they fuck." She stopped and looked deeply into her son's eyes. "What do you think of that? Want to fuck me while I tell you more about it?" 

In reply, Jason flipped her on her back with one effortless movement, lifted her leg and skewered her quickly and easily. Beth gasped.

"Ah...fuck," she said exhaling slowly, "I'll take that as a 'yes.'" Jason began driving into her slowly and deeply.

As Jason fucked her slowly, Beth told him about the massage with Angie. Hearing how his mother had climaxed as another woman masturbated her soon had him thrusting faster. Fortunately he had already come once, so he was able to hold off longer than usual. Beth continued, telling him about her experience with Lori, building up to stripping as her best friend masturbated. Soon, Jason was hammering her hard, and she knew that his orgasm was approaching. 

"She was so hot, Jason, her hand was almost a blur as she did herself. I just stood there naked and watched her beat off," Beth told him, "Lori really got off on seeing my tits and pussy."

She could see Jason's body readying for orgasm as he imagined the scene. Suddenly, he pulled out and straddled her, imitating what she had done to Lori. Beth looked up at him and began stroking his cock. It was ready to spurt.

"Yes, baby, just like that. When I squatted over her and let her see up my pussy, she went off like a fucking fireworks display," Beth said wickedly. 

"Ah fuck, mom, here it comes," growled Jason as his orgasm began. Beth watched his head drop back and felt his body arch forward.

"I love watching you shoot off on my tits," she said, looking up at him. The first shot flew over her head and splattered against the wall. "Fuck...and my face," she added as the remainder found its mark, coating her.

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The next morning came far too early, but they found time to make love one more time before Beth had to leave for the airport. She gave Jason a lift back to campus in the early morning light—no one was up that early to see them. She pulled into a loading dock so they could exchange one last, deep kiss before parting.

"You take care of yourself," Beth said, hugging him close. Jason squeezed her hard.

"I'm going to make you proud of me," he assured her. "And I'm not going to cry this time," he added.

"I know you won't, Jason," his mother told him, "You've become a man." She looked at him. "And I am so proud of you that I could burst open. You don't have to be anything but the wonderful, strong, beautiful person that you are. That will always be enough for me." They kissed one last time.

"Now get your ass out of my car, and go do your workout," Beth commanded.

"Yes m'am," her son responded opening the door. Just before he closed it he added, "And go cook up some more sexy stories with Lori before you get your hot little body back here."

His mother just laughed, shook her head and drove away, already looking forward to what lay ahead for them.



Massage Mat Ch. 06



I know. It's been forever since I've posted a story. This is what happens when a girl has a life outside of writing erotica. Anyway, holiday vacation time coupled with some snow-ins have given me a little time to get going again.

Here's the latest installment of "Massage Mat." As with some of the other episodes, this one does NOT contain any incest, but we have some nice lesbian sex, a threesome and a first for the series: Sex between a man and woman who are not related. How kinky!

Also like the other chapters, this one can stand alone, but would be better if you have read the other parts (if you care about things like plot).

I hope this does the trick for you. As always, come hard and have fun!

KABB

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"I love you so much, Lori," John sighed, "I'm the luckiest man in the world." Lori smiled.

"And I'm the luckiest woman," replied Lori.

"No you're not," chimed in Beth. "Second luckiest. Would you pass the wine, please, Mr. Lucky?" She hummed a few bars of "Luck Be A Lady Tonight," then broke into the lyrics, "stick with me, baby, I'm the gal that you came in with..." as John filled her glass.

Jason was in the throes of midterm exams and the beginning of hockey season, so Beth had had little chance to see or even to talk with him.

With their boys also away at school, Lori and John had time for a social life, so they invited Beth out to dinner to get her mind off of her loneliness. Beth eagerly accepted their invitation. 

The three friends had spent a relaxing and comfortable time together, and Beth, who had started the evening a bit droopy was now the life of the party. Both Lori and John were amazed to see how chipper she became talking about Jason's successes at school and in hockey. As she recounted her last visit, her voice was full of lilt and life.

After a couple of bottles of wine, Lori worked up the nerve to ask about something that had been on her mind for a long time. "So when you and Jason..." her voice trailed off, "...um...when you, you know ...are, um, getting in the mood. How do you, um. transition from "mom" to...you know..." 

Beth smiled and looked at John. "You know what we're talking about, right?" she asked him. John nodded and smiled.

"Well," Beth continued, "now it's not really a big deal. Jason is so much a man now that I'm not really 'mom' very much anymore. But it's also easy for me to tell when he needs his mom, and when he needs his woman. I guess I just sort of go with my gut," she continued, "and once we get going, I just don't even think about him being my son. It feels very natural, and my body responds very easily to him."

"John, dear, I hope you don't mind if Beth and I have a little "girl talk" do you? We hardly ever get to talk about things anymore. Let us know if you get bored." Lori smiled sweetly, knowing that John would be anything but bored. The wine and the atmosphere of the evening were giving her an idea. John simply nodded, spellbound.

"I guess I can see that," Lori replied to Beth, sipping her wine, "but like...how do you get things started? I mean, does he just come on to you and say, 'hey mom, let's do it?'"

Beth laughed. "No, not exactly. You know, he's a young man, so he's pretty much always ready to go. When I'm in the mood, I just come on to him and it's a done deal. If he's trying to get me started, he usually calls me 'Beth' instead of mom. It's a good way for him to signal that he's ready for sex, I think."

By this time, John's penis was rigid in his pants. Lori reached under the table and squeezed him. "I think John's enjoying our conversation, Beth," she said with a smile.

"I'm sure he is," replied Beth, laughing. "Don't let me keep you two from your business—nothing like hanging out with an old maid to put a dent in your love life."

"Old maid my ass," said John, "You're very sexy, Beth." 

Lori looked lovingly at her husband, and knew that this would be a very special evening for them. She looked across the table at Beth and asked simply, "Beth, honey, would you mind coming to the ladies' room with me, please?" When Beth nodded, Lori gave John a quick kiss and said softly, "We'll just be a minute, then we can go, ok? Why don't you get the check?"

The women returned, laughing, just as John was signing the bill. John got their coats and Lori gave Beth a conspiratorial nudge as they headed to the parking lot. John was surprised to see the women holding hands as they walked to the car.

His surprise became astonishment, however, when they reached the car. As he opened the door for Beth, he saw as his wife turn to her and the two women embraced in a long, deep kiss. He saw Beth gaze into Lori's eyes, and looked on as his wife seemed to melt into Beth's embrace. When the girls finished their second kiss, both they and he were lightheaded and highly aroused.

"I think that maybe Beth would like to come back to our house for a while, darling," Lori said breathlessly, "Would that be ok with you?"

"Oh God yes," John replied earnestly, as Beth began caressing Lori's breasts though her coat. He began to sense that his most fervent desire was about to be fulfilled.

"I'd like that, too," Beth said softly.

By the time they arrived at the house, they were almost beyond reason with lust. "I think we should make John come first," Beth suggested, "That way he can recover while he watches us and he'll last longer for you the second time Lori." 

"Sounds good," Lori said, peeling off her dress. She was already mostly naked and starting to undress John. He in turn was busy trying to remove Beth's clothing as she tried to help get Lori's underwear off of her legs.

"I think there's a more efficient way to do this," John observed.

"Shut up. If your dick wasn't so goddamn hard I'd have your underwear off by now, " Lori complained. "Beth, for Christ's sake hold still." 

"I can't," Beth yelped, "John is knocking me over. John, honey, the bra strap is caught on my boob. Hang on a sec. " She deftly freed her left breast, then reached out to grab John just before she fell onto Lori. After a few more minutes of chaos, they were all naked and laughing. Lori led them into the family room.

"Is there a plan?" John asked.

"I think we're going to fuck," Beth observed. John's prick twitched and a ribbon of pre-cum drooled down to the floor. He thought he would shoot off on the spot.

"So her son is in college and now she's a professor," Lori teased. "So, Professor of Fucking Miller, what shall we do?"

"You definitely need to blow John," Beth said. "The poor man is going to drop his load on the floor if someone doesn't take care of him soon. I think that would be a lovely job for wifey."

Lori led John over to the sofa. When he sat down, she knelt between his legs and took his cock in her mouth. Beth kissed Lori gently, then sat next to John. She ran her hands over his body, then, as Lori began to blow him, Beth kissed his chest softly, fluttering her tongue over his nipples.

John sighed as his wife's mouth brought him to full erection. He looked down to see Lori's head begin to bob up and down slowly. He watched, fascinated, as Beth kissed her way up his chest and to his neck, nibbling on his neck and ears.

"You like the way your wife blows you, don't you," Beth whispered in his ear.

"Oh Jesus, yes," John groaned. He had no idea that Beth could be so slutty—she had always seemed so shy and reserved. Then again, he realized, he would never have believed that she'd be fucking her son, either. Beth continued her nuzzling, nibbling and teasing—now using her fingers on his nipples in addition to her lips and teeth.

"Her hot little mouth feels really good on your big dick, doesn't it?" Beth whispered into his ear. Lori listened, enjoying every moment as Beth spoke teasingly to her husband. Lori wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft, adding firm pressure to the work she was doing with her mouth and tongue. The women felt his body beginning to become tense as he readied for orgasm.

Beth trailed her kisses up onto John's face, and their mouths met, tongues swirling together. With her free hand, Lori began stroking the insides of his thighs, moving up to cup his balls. Beth alternated deep kisses with nibbles on John's nipples. John had fantasized about a threesome a few times, but he had never imagined that it could be anything like this.

Beth looked down. "Your dick's so hard, " she said, gazing into John's eyes, "It's ready to fucking blow isn't it?" Lori felt John's balls tighten and knew he was ready. She began working her hand and mouth faster on his bursting cock. John closed his eyes, knowing that he was going to come.

"John," Beth said softly. He opened his eyes and looked at her, questioningly. He saw Beth's beautiful eyes as she looked deeply into his, and then...oh God...he felt himself leaving his body, being drawn into Beth. He felt the first spasm of the orgasm—felt the hot seed filling his wife's mouth—and then he was floating and spinning in a universe of pleasure.

As his orgasm ended, he impulsively grabbed Beth and locked her into a deep soul kiss. She yielded willingly and they kissed deeply for a long, long time. When they finished, he realized that tears were running down his face. Beth kissed them away as Lori joined them.

"Room for one more?" Lori asked. John looked into his wife's eyes and in an instant they were locked in an even deeper embrace than the one he had just finished.

"I love you so much, Lori," John sighed, "I'm the luckiest man in the world." Lori chuckled.

"I bet you say that to every girl who sucks your cock," she said, coming up for air.

"I do, but there's only one girl who does that for me," he replied, smiling at her.

"Well, maybe we'll add one more to your list," Lori giggled, "But in the meantime, I'm fucking dying of horniness. How about you, Beth?" Beth just nodded and reached across to stroke Lori's hair. The two women got on their knees and began kissing, only inches from John's face. He watched intently as they made out. Lori had told him about her exploits with other women, but seeing it brought to life in front of him was incredibly intense.

The girls kissed for quite some time, and John had a bird's-eye view of their activities. He watched, enthralled, as both sets of nipples came up into fierce erection from the deep French kissing and neck nuzzling. Finally, Lori bent down to begin suckling on Beth's large nipples, and Beth placed her hand on Lori's head, guiding her and stroking her hair. 

Lori began running her fingernails along Beth's body, grazing the undersides of her breasts and continuing down onto her belly, making large, slow circles with her fingers as she continued to suck Beth's aching nipples. She then began to work her hands lower, circling around Beth's pubes, lightly grazing the hair and trailing down to the inner thighs. 

Beth began to sway her body, and her hips began to thrust slowly. Lori moved her fingers to the outer lips, circling and swirling them over the lips and slit, spreading Beth's wetness up to her clit. The circles became smaller and started to focus in on the swollen bud. 

With a sharp intake of breath, Beth's body jerked as Lori's fingers found the mark. Beth let out a low groan, and her body settled down, spreading her thighs wider. Her back arched and she pulled Lori's head firmly into her breasts. She could take no more.

Beth slid from the couch, easing onto the floor and pulling Lori on top of her. Lori kissed her and reached down to find Beth's pussy swollen and ready. Lori began circling the aching clit, just as she had done on the couch. Beth could sense that this was her time.

"Fuck, Lori, do me," Beth moaned softly as her hips began to thrust in earnest, "Oh God, do me." Lori's fingers slipped effortlessly into her friend's vagina, gliding in smoothly until they could go no further. Lori curled her fingers in a "come here" movement, and found the swollen, nubby G-spot ready for her touch. She began to tease it in a firm press, release movement. Beth held her breath, trembling, as she knew what Lori was starting for her. Involuntarily, Beth felt her ass tighten and her hips rise into the air. She knew that she had little time left.

Startled by a movement to her left, she looked over just in time to see John's mouth closing over her nipple. He sucked firmly and Beth felt as though he was drawing her very essence from Lori's massaging hand up through her body and into his mouth. She had no time now.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh GOD," Beth cried as she felt herself grip down on Lori's fingers. She grabbed John's hair as her back arched further and pushed her breast deeper into his mouth. She continued to grunt and moan as Lori expertly milked her pussy, spinning the orgasm out until she was totally spent.

She came back to her senses to find herself cradled in John and Lori's arms. As she opened her eyes, she saw Lori's beautiful face before her. "I love you, Lori," she blurted out as Lori took her in a deep kiss. Lori straightened up and Beth saw John take her place. "I love you, too," she said softly. John's mouth replaced Lori's, and Beth had the delicious experience of both male and female kisses back to back. Now it was her turn to become emotional, and her dear friends held her and cuddled her until she was fully restored.

She kissed Lori and said softly, "...and then there was one. How do you want to come, my love?" Lori looked deeply into her friend's eyes.

"In your mouth, Beth," Lori said shyly, "I want to come in your mouth." 

Wordlessly, Beth pushed her gently onto her back, settling between her legs. Beth gently kissed the insides of her thighs, slowly working her way up to the swollen slit. 

John came to Lori and kissed her. Lori kissed him and stroked his cock, then said, "John, honey, would you mind just watching for now? I want you to see me come for a woman as I've told you so many times." John grinned from ear to ear and settled back, taking his erection in his hand.

Lori reached down and ruffled Beth's hair. Beth planted a kiss on Lori's pussy, then opened her and began to run her tongue over Lori's lips and clit. Beth started at the opening, slowly gliding her tongue up the left labia, urging Lori to open further. When she got up to the clit, Beth gently used her tongue to tease the hood back from the head, exposing the shaft. After a few seconds, she slowly slid down the right labia, returning to the vaginal opening, probing that with her tongue.

She began again. Slowly up the left. Tease the clit from underneath the hood...just a bit longer this time. Now down the right. Use the tongue to probe the opening. 

Again. Up, tease...still longer this time, down, probe. And again. Up, tease... now the clitoris is fully exposed and ready...time to lick the shaft. Yes...stay and lick the shaft. Now, down.

Lori groaned as she felt Beth leave her quivering clit. But now...yes! She was gliding up again. "Oh yes, right there," Lori moaned. Lick the shaft. Up and down. Oh God yes. Oh...fuck. 

Lori's body jerked as Beth's tongue found the head of her clit. Now Lori's hips were beginning to thrust. 

"Yes, that's it," she cried, "keep go....no...no..." The tongue slid away, frustratingly. But...but...up and ahhhh...the beautiful tongue was back on the swelling head of her clit. Lori was firmly fucking her groin into Beth's face.

Beth, unhurried, continued to make her circles. Up, lick the clit, down. But now, as she stayed on the clit longer each time, the up and down strokes were short breaks from an almost constant licking of Lori's aching clit.

Lori felt herself climbing the ladder. Each of Beth's circuits took her one step nearer the top. She humped her pussy firmly into her lover's face. 

"Yes, Beth", she sighed, "yes. You know just what to do to me." She continued to climb. 

The ladder was unsteady at this great height, and she swayed and bucked as she rode it. Beth kept her lingering for a moment, and Lori twisted in the wind, trying to balance. With a quick flick of her expert tongue, Beth then urged her higher. Lori climbed another step, very near the top now. The ladder swayed crazily, bucking and twisting.

Suddenly, Lori felt herself falling. She cried out and grabbed Beth's head to steady herself, but her arching back and thrusting hips propelled her off the ladder and shot her into space. She hung onto Beth as she spun and careened, until, amazingly, she shuddered to a soft landing in Beth's arms. She moaned.

"Beth?" she asked softly.

"I'm right here," came the gently reply.

"Could you...I mean, could we..." Lori's voice trailed off. Beth climbed up and took Lori in her arms.

"Of course we can. Are you ready?" Beth said simply. Lori just nodded and turned her gaze toward Beth. 

As their eyes met, she felt the now-familiar sensation of leaving herself, and she eagerly gave herself over to it—almost hurrying out of herself and into Beth. She saw Beth's eyes enlarge, and then she couldn't see anything except the beautiful LoriBeth that they created. 

Their mouths met in a deep kiss and their fingers found each other's clit, now working for the second coming that would bring them together. It came swiftly, and they melted through each other.

They lay together afterward, faces buried in each other's hair. John watched, awed. He had never imagined that sex could be so...so spiritual and so explosively erotic at the same time. He was surprised to find that he felt no jealously...only joy that the woman he loved could experience such bliss in her lifetime.

After several minutes, the women stirred and looked at him. They both looked radiant and joyful—even if they were somewhat spent. Lori extricated herself and crawled over to John.

"OK, honey," she said, kissing him, "now you know what we do when you're not around."

"Wow," John said softly. "All I can say is. Wow." Lori giggled and kissed him again.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"I feel good," he replied. "I'm so happy that you can experience that with Beth." He pulled his wife close to him and hugged her. They kissed again. Lori reached down and stroked his erect penis.

"And so you'd feel up to doing me then?" she asked wickedly. In response, John began kissing her and gently pushed her onto her back. He mounted her with practiced ease and Lori guided him inside her.

Beth watched as her friends made love slowly. She thought of Jason and how much she would enjoy having him inside her. Her thoughts drifted away as she ached to be penetrated. 

When she again looked over at Lori and John, she saw that they had changed position. John was on his back, and Lori was squatting over his cock, riding him.

"So you liked watching me make it with Beth, huh?" Lori asked teasingly. John nodded. 

"I bet you liked watching Beth come too, didn't you?" she continued, burying him deeply inside her.

"Ah, oh shit, yes, Lori," John groaned. She could sense that he was starting to get close, and she slowed her movements, helping him last longer.

Watching them, Beth felt herself becoming aroused again. Lori beckoned her to come over.

"Well, I wish you could have had the view I did when Beth squatted over my face," Lori said. "Her clit is really big." Lori felt John's penis twitch inside her as she moved slowly up and down on him.

"Maybe if you're nice, Beth would let you see what it's like," Lori said, smiling at Beth, "and who knows, maybe she'd enjoy it too." She nodded at Beth, encouraging her.

"Yes," said Lori as Beth squatted over John, "that's just what it looks like." John could see Beth's large clitoris straining out from beneath its hood, begging for his tongue. As Beth continued to lower herself, he ran his tongue smoothly over the throbbing organ.




Massage Mat Ch. 06



"Her clit is really big," Lori observed as John began to tremble, "and now you know how wonderful she tastes." Lori expertly moved on her husband, giving him pleasure and helping him to last longer. She knew that he was enjoying this tremendously. 

John began to lick Beth, giving himself over totally to his wife's control. Lori leaned forward and began to kiss with Beth, completing the circle. The three lovers simply relaxed into each other, allowing the moment to build slowly.

Lori conducted the orchestra, controlling the tempo with the beat of her rocking hips. As she began the crescendo, John's tongue sped up on Beth. Beth's excitement was transmitted to Lori in their kiss, and Lori in turn ground down harder and faster on her husband. In a short time, she realized that she was leading their symphony to its final climactic passage. 

She plunged down on John, crashing into him percussively. John's tongue trilled over Beth's aching clit. Beth sent her tongue into Lori's mouth like a penetrating fanfare. The full orchestra was giving its all.

John added the vocals, beginning to moan as he felt himself ready to blow. The women, acting in unison, separated enough to begin their eye-gazing. As Lori felt herself merge with Beth, she fucked her husband as hard as she could.

She watched Beth's eyes roll up as her back arched. Her head fell back as she totally lost control and began quivering and moaning. "Beth's coming," Lori said, grunting as she felt John's cock twitch and begin to unload inside her. "Unh. Fuck. So am I," she gasped as she lost herself in the final orgasm of the evening.

"You guys are just amazing," Beth said, hugging Lori. She turned and gave John a big kiss.

"Why don't you stay the night?" John asked, impulsively. "It's pretty late and we have plenty of room. There isn't anything you need to be home for, is there?"

"No," said Beth, "but I hate to be a bother." Lori came over and gave her a hug.

"Having you spend the night with us would be a hell of a long way from a bother," Lori whispered. "You know that John will probably want to go again in the morning, right?"

Beth laughed. "Men," she said with mock disgust. Then she saw John sorting and folding the clothes that they had dropped on their way in. "He's really a pretty special guy, though," she said to Lori.

"Yeah. He's pretty special," Lori agreed. They went upstairs and showered.

"So...do you want your own room. Or do you want to bunk with us?" Lori asked. "There's plenty of room either way."

"Well..." Beth's voice trailed off as she looked at Lori, unsure of which course to take.

"Stay with us," Lori said firmly, "At least it will save John the trouble of walking down the hall to get at you." Beth looked at her.

"He wouldn't...I mean...you wouldn't..." Beth protested.

"Oh yes, he would," Lori giggled. She lowered her voice, "And I wouldn't mind at all. It would be good for him, and probably good for you. And if it makes him happy...why not? I mean, I have sex with you. Why can't he?" 

Beth was flummoxed. She had never thought of it in that way. She had considered her matings with Lori and Angie as "flings," not as cheating on Jason—and she had told him about them, too. But sex with another man? Was she ready for that step? Why had Lori said that it would be good for her?

Lori bundled Beth into bed with her and they snuggled, nude, under the blankets as John came into the room. He stopped and stared as he saw his wife and her friend in his bed.

"We'll be right here, so hurry up and shower," called Lori as she turned back toward Beth. John smiled, shrugged and headed into the bathroom.

"Lori, I have to ask you something," Beth said conspiratorially.

"Yes?"

"So you said that you thought a...er...an encounter would be good for John and good for me. Why do you think it would be good for me?" Beth asked.

"Because, my love, you need to spread your wings a little," Lori replied. "I know you love Jason, but you spent all of those years taking care of Dan—and then you latched onto Jason. I think both you and he should be seeing other people. I mean, you should know that he's a choice, right? Not just the first guy you found."

Beth paused. She had sensed from the beginning that Jason should "spread his wings" as Lori put it. Ever since Jason went to college, Beth had been encouraging him to see other girls. 

But she had never put the shoe on the other foot. Maybe Lori had a point. Beth and Dan had been high-school sweethearts and they had married young. Then along came Jason...and then Dan's illness. Beth realized that she really hadn't had much experience of life. 

Beth had also become aware that she was a much more sexual person than she had ever realized. She didn't know what to do, except to trust her instincts. And how had that worked out so far? Her life was... What? In some ways it was a wreck—she was in a sexual relationship with her son, her massage therapist, her best friend and now perhaps her best friend's husband. A moral disaster. But she was happy, and so were the other people. Maybe the rules she'd been trying to live by weren't the only rules for living and loving well. Impulsively, she reached out to Lori and hugged her close.

John returned from the bathroom wearing a pair of gym shorts. As he got into bed, he looked questioningly at his wife.

"I think we should have Beth in the middle," Lori said sweetly, "and you should take off those silly shorts, John. We're big girls, you know. We've seen those boy parts before."

Beth giggled from her newly-assumed hiding place under the blankets and John peeled off his shorts, turned off the light and climbed into bed. Lori put her arm around Beth and patted her reassuringly. Beth's heart was racing, but she realized that John was in full guy mode. He made a few of the usual male grunts and snorts, then quickly fell asleep. Lori kissed Beth's back and hugged her. Soon, they too were sound asleep.

Beth awoke with a start. Disoriented, she had no idea where she was. She looked to the bedside table and saw 4:28 on the clock. Then she saw the two forms in bed with her. The larger form on her left emitted a saw-like rumbling, then a sharper, deeper snort. Beth recalled where she was and smiled to herself, settling back into the covers. It was nice not to be sleeping alone, she thought, drifting back into her dreams.

John awoke from an incredible dream—he had been the only man alone in a harem of beautiful women. Looking around, he realized that his dream was right there in bed with him—two beautiful women who enjoyed sex with each other and with him. 

He got up and headed to the bathroom. Well, at least one enjoyed sex with him, he thought. What about Beth? Would she be willing? He thought that she was incredibly sexy, and now that he knew more about her sexually he was very interested. He also knew that his wife would be supportive—at least he was pretty sure she would be. No, he thought, the sticking point would be whether Beth was willing. Well...nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

He returned to bed, this time facing toward Beth. She was facing him. In the low light, she looked very young and fragile, but her face showed her inner strength, even as she slept. He watched her as she slept. Unexpectedly, she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Gotcha," she whispered.

"Gee, Beth, I thought you were asleep," John said sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

"I don't mind," Beth said with a smile. "I've been looking at your back all night. It's a nice back."

John chuckled. "Thanks. I've never been complimented on my back too much," he said. They fell silent, just looking at each other. After a time, John reached out and placed his hand on Beth's cheek. She rested her hand on his and their fingers interlocked.

Beth moved closer to John and they lay together holding hands, neither daring to make a further move. Finally, he reached out and put his arm around Beth, pulling her toward him. She came willingly, and snuggled into his large, muscular chest.

John looked across to Lori. She was watching them, smiling. She looked at her husband and winked, then gave him a "thumbs up" sign. He smiled back and lifted Beth's face to his. She looked up at him, knowing what was coming and accepting his kiss. Although they had kissed before in the threesome, this felt like their first—it was the beginning of their mating dance. Just the two of them.

John broke away, but Beth pulled him back, continuing to kiss him deeply. For the first time in her life, she felt the need to take a man. This was not a matter of allowing a man to have her, but of a woman who wanted to mate—and who has chosen the male she wants.

Beth's kisses quickly aroused John, and he became erect. She reached down and gasped it firmly, stroking him. "You've got a nice back, but the front's pretty damn good too," she said softly. John sighed as Beth's hand skillfully stroked him to full erection. "Time to do a little exploring," Beth sighed and began kissing her way down his body.

John moved the covers out of the way, giving Beth free access to his genitals. As Beth moved into position, she saw Lori give her a quick wave and head to the bathroom. 

Beyond caring, Beth took the large penis into her mouth. It was thicker but not quite as long as Jason's, so once she adapted to it she found it easy to blow. She gave John a slow, teasing blowjob, and spent a great deal of time licking his balls and perineum. John seemed to really enjoy that, so, encouraged, she worked further back with her tongue.

She reached up and lifted John's leg, gaining access to his anus. As her tongue began to probe it, John groaned and rolled onto his side, aiding her work. Beth circled his anus with her tongue, then fluttered it across the opening, finally probing into it. 

As John began to groan, she fluttered her tongue up onto his balls, finally sliding her mouth back onto his cock and blowing him firmly and slowly. After a few more minutes of cocksucking, she worked her way back to the balls and anus. John felt like he was being serviced by a porn star, but, looking down at Beth, he was overcome at how natural, open and loving she looked.

He could not deny, however, her incredible skill as she moved from his testes to his now-rampant cock and back to his anus. He had never had his anus licked, and he was amazed to see how Beth could make it contract rhythmically—and how the feelings would shoot straight through him to his cock. As Beth's swallowed his cock once more, John realized that he would come very soon unless he stopped her. As she began to tickle his balls, he reached down and gently lifted her head off of him.

"Something wrong?" Beth asked, worried.

"No, honey, it's just that I don't want to come yet. I've got other plans for you," John said, smiling. Beth smiled back.

"Such as?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. John reached for her pussy.

"Such as eating you out for a while," he replied. She didn't require much persuasion. Beth simply moved up so that she was straddling his face.

"Is this ok for you?" she asked coyly. John looked up to see Beth's pussy gaping open in front of him. He could see the swollen lips, the erect clitoris and the pink lips inches from his face. He could smell Beth's sweet muskiness and see the wetness that glistened on her genitals.

"Oh yes, Beth darling, it's very good. It's...mmmf...errg" the end of John's sentence was lost as Beth settled her pussy down onto his face. He got to work, licking Beth with long, slow strokes the full length of her pussy. Beth enjoyed feeling his tongue on her labia as well as her clitoris, and she quickly became very excited. She could feel her clit extending from beneath its hood, and as John continued his slow licking each flick of his tongue now brought the thrill of contact with the head of her most sensitive organ.

Beth moaned softly as John's hands explored her thighs and ass. As he continued to reach around her, Beth leaned forward onto the headboard, raising herself slightly. John, understanding, reached behind to find Beth's anus. As he found her rosebud, Beth groaned, encouraging him. He used his finger to gently tease and explore Beth's anus as he continued to lather her swollen genitals with his tongue.

John freed his face long enough to ask, "Beth, would you get on your hands and knees, honey?" Beth hurried to comply. She was falling under the spell of John's tongue and her body was aching for release.

John began licking Beth's anus, now reaching underneath to explore her vagina and clitoris with his fingers. As his tongue entered her ass, Beth arched up and she moaned loudly. At this, John took her large clit between his fingers and began milking it, sliding the hood over the sensitive head of the organ.

"Ahhhh. Fuck," groaned Beth, as John sent waves of pleasure rippling through her loins. Her legs began to tremble as John fingers found her vaginal opening and probed that, opening another source of pleasure. Beth could stand it no longer. She freed herself and got on her back, spreading her legs.

Looking directly at John, she said, "Fuck me, John. Now. I need you to fuck me right now." She could see his prick, hugely erect and ready for action as he moved into position. As he skillfully mounted her, they kissed and he began pressing his cock into her.

"Oh Beth, I want you," he sighed.

"Take me then," came the soft reply, "Make me yours. Make me...oh God, yes. Fuck. Deeper, John!" Beth cried out as John's dick found its goal and he impaled her. He slid into her up to the hilt and Beth wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in. He began a slow, grinding rhythm and they both groaned as waves of pleasure pulsed through their bodies.

Beth raised her legs a bit, and John came into her a bit deeper. He felt her cervix as he pressed deeply into her. Beth gasped and grunted, but continued to pull him in, grinding her hips up in a thrusting, rotating motion. She was sucking him in, using him up like a pencil sharpener takes a pencil, but John was beyond caring about anything except entering Beth—HIS Beth—to the fullest and totally possessing her.

Beth once again felt the familiar sense of being a fertile field ready for planting. This time, however, the farmer wasn't using mechanical aids. He was working the field with his masculine, strong body, taking full possession of the ripe, fertile land. John drilled himself into Beth, and she bucked, twitched and arched up to meet every thrust. Their moans became cries of passion as they urged each other to ever-greater feats of sexual arousal.

John growled as he sent his swollen cockhead plowing into Beth's cunt. She cried out in a yelping voice, praying to Jesus for more. Her fingernails dug into John's strong back (it was a very nice back) pulling him into her ever more forcefully and deeply. 

He, sweating, groaning, and gasping, was beyond all thought or reason. Beth had transformed him into a crazed male animal who was consumed with a burning desire for the female that he was breeding—desiring to love, cherish, protect and adore her even as he fucked her hard enough to tear her apart. He bored in relentlessly, hammering his way straight to her womb.

"Harder, you motherfucker, fuck me harder," cried Beth, adding fuel to the raging fire that was consuming them. John grabbed her hands, pinning her to the bed as he hammered away. Beth smiled up at him. "That's right. Fuck me like a man. Do it." She made her eyes big and opened her mouth, showing him her tongue to further inflame his passion.

John's cock began throbbing and he knew that he was going to come. He looked down at Beth and she saw the impending orgasm written all over his face. His eyes searched for hers, and she knew what to do, locking on and drawing him into her. As she did so, she sensed that he burned with the desire to plant his seed in her.

"John, give me the hot cum. I want your seed in me," Beth gasped as she began shaking with her orgasm. John pulled her tightly to him and cried out as he erupted into her, filling her with shot after shot of his rich, thick semen. They quivered together, spending themselves in each other.

They lay quietly together afterward. John stroked Beth's hair gently as they kissed. Beth nuzzled into him, enjoying the feeling of a man's arms. Neither heard Lori come into the room until she spoke softly.

"Holy crap, that was successful," she said softly, almost awed by what she saw.

"I think you were right," Beth began, "It was good for me...and I think it was good for John..." She kissed him and stroked his hair. "Was it good for you, darling?" she asked softly.

John could only nod his head, overcome with emotion. He loved Lori, and now, he had discovered that he could love another woman as well. He felt wonderful...and confused. Troubled.

Beth sensed his unease. She kissed him and cuddled him reassuringly. Lori got into bed and hugged them both.

"John, baby," she said softly, "I don't own you and you don't own me. I want you to love me, but that doesn't mean that you can't love Beth too. She's a beautiful, wonderful woman. I know that I love her—very much. Just like I love you. There's lots of love to go around."

Hearing that his wife understood and accepted his feelings was overwhelming for John. He turned and kissed Lori, then he kissed Beth as tears streamed down his face.

"Thanks for taking me out to dinner," Beth said softly. "You guys are true friends."

"A friend in need is a friend indeed," quipped Lori. "You were in need..."

"...and John did the deed..." giggled Beth.

"...several times," added Lori as she turned to John. "Sweetie I haven't seen you come that much since we were in our 20s. Three times? You've been holding out on me."

John was smiling, amused that the women could change gears so quickly. "Well, I had very inspirational company this evening."

"Clearly we have to spend more time with that company. This could be habit-forming," mused Lori.

"It's going to make our lives even more complicated," observed Beth.

"Good," replied Lori, "that's beneficial for plot development."

"What?" asked John. "This isn't a play, you know."

"Oh yes it is," Beth corrected him. "Lori and I have decided that we're characters in a novel. Right?"

"Right," answered Lori. She turned to John. "And now you have developed a more detailed and nuanced character, too. Welcome to the story."

John shook his head. "You guys are nuts," he said. Then he thought for a moment. "Hey, if I'm a character in this novel, does that mean that we'll have sex more often?" he asked.

"Of course, silly," his wife told him, "it's an erotic story."

"Then I'm in. Where shall we start?" he asked, grabbing her breast.



Massage Mat Ch. 07



You know that Jason and Beth couldn't stay away from each other forever, right? Well, things are back to normal in the lives of our favorite mother and son--very, very complicated.

For fans in need of a quick pop, there's a mother/son scene near the beginning and a lesbian scene at the end.

In between is what I hope to be an intriguing plot that continues the story and sparks your imagination.

Enjoy, and as always. Come hard!

KABB

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The band thundered out the end to the fight song, and Leah leaped to her feet.

"...and go to hell State," she yelled in unison with the rest of the crowd. She sat down and looked sheepishly over at Beth. 

"That's the traditional ending," she giggled. Beth smiled at her, captivated by her beauty and charm.

"You've got a very delightful daughter, Mark," she said, looking past Leah to where her father sat. He smiled, enjoying the moment.

"She's been a wonderful girl, especially since Jess has been gone," he told Beth. "You'd never believe how proud I am of all she's accomplished."

"There he is," interrupted Leah as the home team took the ice. She jumped up and pointed at the large player with #3 and "Miller" on his back. "C'mon Jason, get after 'em," she screamed as the team skated for the warm up.

Undeterred, Beth continued her conversation with Mark. "Yes, I would believe how proud you are," she smiled, gesturing down toward Jason. Mark smiled and nodded.

"I think we have a lot in common," he said simply. 

Beth watched the warm up and thought, "I hope we don't have THAT much in common," to herself. She was sure that Leah and her dad would die if she knew the dark secret she shared with her son.

But, she mused, everyone was very happy now. She recalled the previous night, when she had arrived at the hotel for another reunion with her son—her lover. For the first time, he had kept her waiting...

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"SORRY," he had texted, "hung up after practice. B there soon!!!!" Beth had chuckled, unpacked and changed into a comfortable but revealing outfit. The low-cut black top hung easily, but revealed her braless breasts and just a hint of her nipples. She knew that as her nipples became erect they would be clearly visible to Jason's delighted gaze. Her yoga pants clung tightly to her shapely legs. Without underwear, the slinky material pulled against her genitals, mildly stimulating her. She closed her eyes and realized that she needed no additional stimulation—she was aching for Jason to take her.

As she reclined on the bed and flipped through TV channels, there was a knock on the door. She answered it and was instantly swept up into Jason's strong arms. He kissed her passionately, carrying her into the room and kicking the door closed.

"Wow. Every woman should be greeted like that," she said, laughing, as they came up for air. Jason set her down and kissed her again.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," he said, "but there was so much to do."

"Honey, you don't have to arrive the minute I get to town," Beth assured him, giving him a hug. "You're a man with your own life. I'm a big girl—I can entertain myself until you're free." Jason smiled at her.

"You're so...so awesome," he said. Then his phone rang. He grabbed it, looked at it and frowned.

His mother noticed the concern on his face and asked, "Is everything alright, Jason?"

"Yeah," he replied, switching off his phone, "It's just one of my friends." He slumped slightly, and Beth could see that her son was troubled. Shifting from her romantic mood, she took Jason's hand and led him to the sofa, pulling him down to sit next to her.

Still holding his hand, she asked, "What's wrong, honey? You know that I'll always listen when you need to talk, right?"

Jason looked away, unable to meet his mother's gaze. "I know," he began, "It's just that...I...look, I just wanted to have a nice time with you...and now..." he broke off. Beth thought he was about to start crying. Impulsively, she threw her arms around him.

"Jason, darling, whatever it is...It's going to be ok." She took her face in his hands and looked him in the eyes. 

"Listen to me, Jason," she began. Her maternal instincts had completely taken over—her son was in trouble and she was going to help him no matter if she died trying.

"Know this. Nothing will ever happen that you can't...that WE can't...work our way through. Even if it's a big problem, you're a talented, smart man and you can find your way. And I will give anything...absolutely anything to see that you're happy." Beth sat back, exhausted from the emotion. "Now. How about sharing what's troubling you?" Beth said softly, bringing his hand to her mouth and kissing it gently.

Jason was a little misty-eyed, but he just smiled and shook his head. "Mom...I have a friend. Well, it's complicated. She's a really good friend..." his voice trailed away.

Beth smiled, understanding. She looked directly at Jason. "Are you in love with her, Jason" she asked. "Is it that wonderful young woman I met on my last visit? The soccer player...her name is Leah, right?"

Jason gaped at his mother. "How did you know?" he said incredulously. Then he stopped, realizing what he had just said. "I mean. We're not in love. I mean...I'M not in love." He stopped, realizing that his mom was looking at him, smiling and shaking her head.

"I'm afraid that you are," she said with a giggle. Don't forget, young man, that I know you pretty well..."

"...she's a lacrosse player, not a soccer player," Jason interrupted, "so you don't know everything." Unexpectedly, his mother burst into laughter. Jason said crossly, "Don't make fun of me."

"Honey, I would never make fun of you," Beth said sincerely.

"Then why are you laughing?" Jason asked. He was still miffed.

"Because you're acting like you think I'm going to be upset that you've found a wonderful girl your age and are attracted to her," Beth said simply. "Either you've developed a weird sense of humor or you don't know me very well. Jason, I'm very, very, VERY happy for you," she concluded. After a second she added, "And note that I didn't say you were in love...you're just attracted to her, right?"

In spite of himself, Jason chuckled. "Right. Just attracted." He looked at his mother. "So, like, if you told me you had met another guy I'd be insanely angry. Why aren't you upset?"

"Well, first of all I love you," Beth replied, "so I want you to be happy. Second of all, you wouldn't be angry with me. You think you might be. But I know that you wouldn't."

"I sure would," Jason said firmly.

"Well, lets' see," Beth said, settling back into the corner of the sofa. "Suppose I tell you a story about what happened to me the other day. I'm going to make you a bet that you won't be angry." Jason paused, sensing a trap. 

"What's the bet?" he asked warily.

"A kiss," said his mother simply. "Now you sit over there and let me tell my story," she said, shooing him away.

Jason moved to the other end of the couch and looked at his mother, intrigued. "I don't know if you remember, but the last time we talked I mentioned that I had dinner with John and Lori," she began. "Do you remember that? It was a little over a week ago." Jason nodded.

"Well, you were really busy and we hadn't talked in a while, so I was feeling lonely. Being the good friends that they were, they invited me out. Anyway, things got really lively after dinner..." 

Jason sat up straight, listening intently as his mother told him about how she and Lori had kissed in the parking lot. When she told him about going to their house and getting naked in the family room, she saw his eyes dilate. And as she told him more, she knew she had him. His cock looked like it was going to rip through the fabric of his jeans.

Beth moved closer to her son. "So then I squatted over his face as Lori was riding him. Are you angry about that?" she asked innocently, as she began stroking Jason's erection through his jeans. 

"Oh God, no," he said in a husky voice.

"As he started to lick my clit, I thought I would pop on the spot," Beth continued, unzipping his pants. Jason's cock sprang out, sending a stream of pre-cum spattering up onto his shirt.

"Then Lori started to kiss me as she rode John really slowly. When she started to speed up, he started to lick me faster and harder," she had Jason's cock in her hand now, and was gently stroking and teasing it. She gave it a few agonizingly slow strokes then swirled her thumb over the head as she continued.

"That made me want to kiss Lori harder, and that got her fucking him faster and harder," Beth said in a low voice as she continued to stroke Jason slowly and deliberately. "You're sure you're not angry about this, my darling?"

Jason groaned, beyond caring about anything except the exquisite feeling of his mother's hand on his penis. She was now using her fingernails, lightly feathering the head, then gently tickling up and down the shaft.

"I was looking right at Lori, and when John's first shot blew into her, her eyes got really wide," Beth said in a low voice. Then she whispered into his ear, "Jason, darling, he must have let her have a huge load—it was probably like one of yours when you're really giving it to me. Seeing her take his come totally blew me away." 

Beth felt a river of pre-cum flood out onto her beating hand. She stopped jacking off her son, and licked his juices off of her hand.

Beth stood and removed her pants, showing Jason her wet pussy, but leaving her top on. Jason saw the rock-hard nipples protruding through the fabric. His mother took his hand and said, "Let's get you undressed and get into bed. I think my man is going to need some serious attention."

Soon, they were in bed. Beth had Jason sit with his legs spread, and she did the same facing him, giving him a perfect view of her swollen pussy. She reached out and took his penis in her hand once again. It was still quite erect, and a few strokes milked out another heavy stream of pre-cum. She spread her son's love fluid over his rapidly stiffening organ, and began her slow, teasing strokes.

"So we went upstairs and took a shower," Beth continued, "and Lori asked me to get in bed with them." She lowered her voice. "That's when Lori asked me to fuck her husband." 

Beth felt Jason's cock spasm in her hand and she squeezed it hard, not wanting him to come yet. Jason grunted with the effort of holding off.

"I told her no—at first—but she said it would be good for me to experience another man. She said that it would be more of a choice to be with you if I had more experiences, and that got me thinking. I told her that I kept pushing you to find a girl your own age," she said beginning to stroke him again. She saw his nipples become erect as his testicles began to draw up closer to his body. 

"That's right, isn't it?" she asked softly, "You do remember me saying you should have a girl your own age, don't you."

Jason could only nod dumbly. He scarcely dared breathe, afraid that he would climax before his mother finished her story. Her words came to him from afar as he began to float away in a haze of pre-orgasmic bliss.

"...when he put his hand on my face, I just went to him," he heard his mother say, "and the next thing I knew, he kissed me." Jason let out a deep, shuddering breath and his head fell back. He tried to take deep, slow breaths to regulate his progress toward orgasm.

"I know how much he enjoyed that," he sighed. Beth ignored him and continued.

"I just had to have his cock in my mouth," she said, almost whispering. "I wanted to take it all down my throat. Fortunately, he wasn't as big as you," she looked directly at Jason, then gazed at his enormous erection. 

"After taking your monster, I think I can deep throat anyone," she continued. "I just blew him for a while, then I started licking his balls and went around to his asshole," she explained as she deftly reached down to stroke Jason's balls and anus. His cock instantly sprang up and flattened itself against his belly.

"He had me squat on his face again, but after a few minutes of his tongue, I had to have him inside me," Beth teased, spreading her legs further, and scooting toward Jason.

"I got on my back and spread my legs. He mounted me like a pro and slid right inside." As she told this to Jason, she pulled his cock down to the opening of her vagina.

"At first, he just put the head in," she told her son, sliding just the tip of his cock into her wet vagina. Her hand continued to stroke up and down on the shaft, and Jason began to thrust his hips, trying to get deeper inside her.

"I couldn't take too much of that, though," Beth told him, "so I asked for more." With that she moved her hips forward, taking about another inch of her son's swollen shaft. Her hand continued to jack him off, but his head was now completely enveloped in his mother's creaming pussy.

"Neither of us could last very long by this point, so he just rammed all the way in and started to fuck me hard," Beth said as Jason grabbed her body and pulled her to him, burying himself in her to the hilt.

"You aren't angry, are you, honey?" Beth asked sweetly. Jason was completely out of control as they rocked back and forth and he drove his cock in and out of his mother.

"No. God, no, I'm not angry, mom," he moaned, "Oh God, I'm going to come."

Beth looked into her son's eyes. "Then you lose the bet. Pay up," she said wickedly.

"Huh?" Jason asked, surprised. "Pay up how?"

"Kiss me," his mother said as she closed her mouth over his and slid her tongue in. 

As her tongue began to dance around in her son's mouth, Beth felt his body tense and his cock begin to twitch. He grunted and began filling her with his seed. They stayed locked in their passionate kiss as he emptied his aching balls deep into his mother.

Afterward, Jason stroked his mother's hair gently as she rested her head against his chest. As always, he marveled in her ability to make him feel complete and at peace. He bent forward and kissed her ear.

"Mom?" he whispered.

"Hm?" came her soft reply. "Do you feel good, Jason?" He squeezed her tightly.

"I just wanted to say...um...thank you," he said. "You...I don't know...you make even the most strange things seem right somehow."

Beth leaned back and looked at her son. She knew that she had him in the most magical time of a man's life: He was on the cusp of full manhood, yet he was still filled with boyish wonder and was so easily awed by women. 

"How I wish I could freeze this moment in time," she thought wistfully, even though she knew her destiny was to move Jason past it so he could find his own path in life. It was so sad, she thought, but so wonderful—and such an honor and responsibility at the same time. 

"Well," she told herself, "he can't stay like this forever. It's time for my man to take the next step." She rested her hand on his face.

"Jason, honey, here's something to think about," she began. "Our relationship is..."

"...complicated," he chimed in with a grin. Beth chuckled in spite of herself.

"Well, that's certainly true. But beyond being complicated, it's also something that most people would call immoral and wrong." Jason winced. "Sweetie, that's just the fact of it. Having sex with your mother isn't right in most people's opinion—it's a sin. Some people would even call it pathological." She ignored the pained expression on Jason's face and continued.

"So I've had to come to grips with the fact that what is right for me...in many situations, including having a sexual relationship with my son...is different than what most people would say is right for them." She looked at him. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"I think so. You're saying that right and wrong aren't set in stone, but they're 'in the eye of the beholder,' so to speak."

"That's exactly right," Beth said with a smile. "So. If it seems right to me to make love with my son—and he feels that it's right and it's what HE wants to do too, so be it. I'll make love to my son." Jason nodded. 

"By the same token, if it seems right to me to make love to Lori, or John, or Angie, and you are ok with it, and they want to do it—shouldn't that be ok, too?" Jason simply nodded. It seemed the most natural thing in the world.

"So," Continued Beth, "don't you think the shoe should fit on the other foot too?" Jason's face clouded as he tried to understand. Beth explained, "I mean...If YOU want to make love to someone else, and I'm ok with it and they want to do it—shouldn't that be ok, too?" The logic was inescapable. 

"Of course," was Jason's immediate reply.

"OK," Beth said, "so do we agree that I won't be mad if you and Leah do what two sexy young people who are in love naturally want to do?" Jason nodded. Beth nibbled on his nipple. 

"But right now I've got you," Beth sighed as he pulled off her top and pushed her, now completely nude and open to him, onto her back. She watched as he prepared to enter her again. 

"No," Jason said, looking down at her like a man preparing to take a woman, "Right now, I've got YOU." Beth climaxed almost as soon as he entered her.

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"Holy shit, he looks like a fucking God out there," Leah exclaimed, jarring Beth back to reality. She realized that she had been daydreaming while Leah and her dad went to get some snacks before the game started.

"Beth, would you like some popcorn?" Mark offered. Beth took some of the buttery, salty snack. It helped bring her back to reality.

The game was a great one—both teams were outstanding and the action continued at a furious pace. Jason contributed to one goal for his team, making a brilliant pass to set up a teammate—but soon afterward he was embarrassed as an opponent zoomed around him and broke in for a goal for State.

"Don't worry about it Jason," Leah screamed, waiving her popcorn cup, "You'll get it back." As she sat down she muttered, "Or I'll break your fucking neck," under her breath. Beth gaped at her.

"Sorry, Mrs. Miller," Leah said blushing. "I get too competitive at times...not one of my ladylike moments." Beth shook her head.

"You're a very passionate person," she said knowingly, "That is a wonderful quality and I hope you never lose it." Leah smiled. "And I hope that you don't break my son's neck, either," Beth deadpanned as Leah choked on a handful of popcorn.

As the game progressed the intensity increased and there were some ferocious collisions. To Beth's horror, Jason was in the middle of several, but they typically ended with his opponents prone on the ice and Jason in possession of the puck. Near the end of the second period, Jason crushed an opposing forward and stole the puck. As he headed up the ice near the boards, a State player streaked toward him and hit him from behind at full speed. Jason catapulted headfirst into the boards and collapsed in a heap on the ice. He didn't move.

Beth's head filled with a loud hum and everything seemed to move in slow motion. She saw Leah leap to her feet screaming, "NO!" as the crowd fell silent. The game stopped and the coaches immediately ran onto the ice. It was obvious that he was seriously injured. All at once, Beth came back to reality.

"You cheap motherfucker, I'll fucking KILL you," Leah screamed, red-faced. "I'll fucking tear your eyes out." Her father stood up and put his arm around her and she began to cry.

"He'll be ok, Leah," Mark said softly. "He's tough." Then, turning to Beth, he asked, "Beth, are you ok? Don't worry. I'm sure he's getting the best possible care."

By now, Beth thought she was going to faint, as she saw a stretcher being wheeled onto the ice. Leah saw how distraught she was and turned to her.

"Hey, Mrs. Miller," she said, wiping away her tears. "Let me see if I can figure out how we can get down there to see him." She pulled out her phone and started texting furiously. She stopped when she saw the medical personnel working on Jason.




Massage Mat Ch. 07



"C'mon," she said, grabbing Beth's hand. "That equipment guy works with our team, too. I know him...I bet we can get him to let us see Jason." She pulled Beth into the aisle. "Dad, I'll text you as soon as we have news."

"Be careful," Mark said as the two women vanished into the crowd.

Beth sprinted to keep up with Leah, who was moving briskly through the crowd, bodying people out of her way. Finally they arrived at a roped-off corridor at the end of the arena. A small crowd of people had gathered.

"This is where they come off the ice and into the dressing room," Leah told her. "He'll come by here for sure." Beth wasn't sure she wanted to see...but she knew that she had to.

"Do you have a pen?" Leah was asking. Beth rummaged in her purse and found one. Leah took out her ticket stub and began writing on it furiously.

"Here they come!" someone called. Beth looked and saw a small cortege of trainers and doctors wheeling Jason off the ice. Soon, they were passing right in front of her.

"Jason," Leah shouted, "Hang in there." Jason looked around, dazed.

"Over here, Jason Miller Ice Hockey," Leah called. Immediately a huge grin flashed across Jason's face. His head was tied down, so he couldn't turn, but he moved his eyes and saw Leah.

"Jason," his mother called, "I'm here too." Jason raised one arm and gave them a weak thumbs-up and a wave. 

"Fuzzy," Beth heard Leah calling to one of the long-haired older men. "It's me. Leah—from the lacrosse team."

The older man stopped and came over to Leah.

"Fuzz," she said quickly, "That's my boyfriend. This is his mom. Let us go see him."

Fuzzy shook his head. "You know we can't let no one in the room, Miss Leah. I'd lose my job for sure." Leah frowned.

"Ok. Then can you do me a favor?" she pleaded. "Here's my phone number. As soon as you know something can you call me and let me know how he's doing?" She handed the ticket stub to the man.

"You can take that to the bank Miss Leah, but don't you worry none. That Miller kid is a tough little fucker. I bet he be back out there kickin' some ass next period," Fuzzy said smiling toothlessly. "But I let you know. I promise," he added as he hurried after Jason.

"Fuzzy is the best," Leah explained to Beth as they headed back to their seats.

The next few minutes were an agony of suspense as they waited for word. Finally, just as the third period was going to start, Leah's phone buzzed. She looked down.

"Ok," she told Beth and her dad, "Fuzz texted. He says...what the fuck," Leah broke off, squinting at the screen. Beth grabbed the phone and looked.

"nuthing broke but maybe concusion takeing him to memoreal hospitel for obsurvateon over night."

Leah looked at Beth. "Fuzz was never an English major," she explained unnecessarily.

Beth looked at Mark. "I've got to get to that hospital," she said simply.

"Of course, Beth," Mark said. "We'll all go."

When they arrived at the hospital, they learned that Jason hadn't even been checked in yet. They sat down to wait, but the long day's activities began to wear on Beth, and she soon fell asleep.

"Dad," Leah said to her father, "Why don't you take Mrs. Miller back to her hotel? I can stay here until Jason gets in. He'll probably be asleep until morning anyway. It's not going to do any good for all three of us to stay up all night."

"That's a good idea, honey," replied her dad. He gently woke Beth and explained Leah's idea. It took some persuasion, but Beth soon realized that Leah was right—and thought that Jason could do a lot worse than to have that girl standing by when he woke up. Reluctantly, she allowed herself to be guided into Mark's car.

As they drove away, Mark cleared his throat. "Beth, I don't want to seem too forward or anything, and I'll take you wherever you want to go. But why don't you come and stay at our place tonight? If Jason wakes up or if you want to go back to the hospital in the morning I'll just have to pick you up anyway. If you stay at our house we're a lot closer to the hospital and it would save a lot of time."

Beth was too emotionally spent to object, and the idea of being closer to the hospital appealed to her. In a few minutes, they were sitting in Mark's family room. Ironically, Beth found that even though she was exhausted, she was too wound up to sleep. Mark saw that she needed to talk, and thought he could help.

"Let me get you some comfortable clothes—Leah has a bunch of stuff and I'm sure we can find something for you. Come upstairs and we'll see what we can scrounge up," he said cheerfully. Beth realized that he was as warm and as genuinely good as his daughter.

Beth followed him up the stairs and into what apparently Leah's room, though it looked like it had been uninhabited for quite some time. Mark rummaged fruitlessly through a couple of drawers, then abruptly stopped. 

"Hang on a sec," he told Beth. "I know just the thing." He headed down the hall and Beth followed as he opened the door to what was obviously his room. 

Except... 

She stopped in the doorway, thunderstruck. It was obviously Mark's room...but it looked like the bedroom of a married couple, with both men's and women's clothes strewn about. Mark disappeared into the bathroom and returned with some gym shorts and a t-shirt.

"We just did the laundry today," he said simply, "These are Leah's and they're clean...I hope they fit"

"I'm sure they'll be fine," Beth said, turning away so he couldn't see the suspicious expression on her face. "Where shall I change? Maybe just in the bathroom?" she asked innocently. She had to get to the bottom of this.

"Sure. Make yourself at home," Mark said innocently, "I'll just go down and get us a couple glasses of wine. Do you like white or red?" he asked.

"I usually take red, but either would be fine," Beth said, closing the door behind her. 

She changed quickly, and then did a little snooping in the bathroom drawers. She felt terrible for abusing his generosity and openness, but she had to find out. "God forgive me," she thought to herself, opening the vanity.

And then she knew.

There could only be one explanation why shaving equipment, "Just for Men" hair color and boxes of tampons would all be in the same cabinet. There were two hairbrushes with dark and blonde hair in them, two toothbrushes...two of everything. Then the other vanity drawer. Make up, and a small prescription bottle. Viagra. "Take one tablet one hour before sexual activity," the label read. As she left the bathroom, Beth glanced toward the bed, and seeing the Magic Wand vibrator tucked underneath was the icing on the cake. 

So. Sweet little Leah and daddy were living together like husband and wife. No wonder it made such good sense for them to have a house together. It all made perfect sense.

She went downstairs and sat on the sofa, taking the glass of wine from Mark. She smiled as he settled into a comfortable chair across from her. "What a long day," he sighed, "and yours was longer than mine."

"Mark," Beth said softly, I think we need to talk. We DO have a lot in common..."

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Fifteen minutes later, a shaken Mark Rubin answered his phone. He listened for a moment, then said, honey, she's right here. You can talk to her now... Oh great, just put him on." He turned to Beth. "It's for you," he said softly, handing her the phone.

Beth smiled and took the instrument. He saw that she was unfazed by their mutual revelations, while he... He quickly downed another glass of wine as Beth gazed at him.

"Hello?" she queried.

"Mom? It's me, Jason," she heard her son's voice. It was a little weak and tired sounding, but it was him. "Leah's here, and she let me use her phone."

"Jason, are you ok?" she asked.

"Basically, yes," he replied. But my head hurts like hell." There was a muffled conversation in the background. "I'm going to let Leah tell you what's up, ok? I just want to sleep right now."

"That's fine, sweetie, you get some rest and I'll see you in the morning," Beth said. She paused.

"He's ok, Mrs. Miller. Scout's honor," Leah assured her. "The nurse let me stay until he woke up, but now they're going to knock him out again, so I'm going to come home. And Jason's going to be out of here tomorrow or I'm going to kick his sorry ass." Beth heard his son laughing weakly in the background.

"Ok. Thanks for everything, Leah. You're wonderful," she said, handing the phone back to Mark. He listened.

"Ok, baby, do you have money? I can pay when you get here, too. Oh, ok. We'll see you in a few minutes, then. Bye." He turned to Beth. "Leah's taking a cab home," he explained. He drained another glass of wine at a single gulp. "Um, Beth," he said, his speech a bit slurred, "Let's keep our conversation just between us, ok?" Beth smiled.

"Of course, Mark," she said, "Jason and I have our arrangement, and you and Leah need to work things out for yourselves. I'm very happy that you agree with me that the kids need to have their own lives too, though."

"Absolutely. This whole thing is just...I mean...I never meant for it to start like it did and then it's just continued. It's so wonderful, but it can be hell, too," he just looked at Beth and shook his head. She came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Believe me, I understand completely," she said sincerely. "Heaven and hell in one tidy package."

Mark smiled wryly. "I just wish..." he broke off abruptly as the door opened and Leah walked in. When she saw Beth wearing her gym clothes she stopped short.

"Hi," she said softly to Beth, casting her eyes down, "I didn't think you'd be here when I called. I didn't dtell you on the phone, but the coach and practically the whole team came by. They won the game, too." She headed up the stairs, then turned back. She looked ready to cry.

"The nurse said that they'd probably let him come home tomorrow around noon if everything went as planned, she added softly." Then she turned to her father and said casually, "Um, dad, could I see you upstairs for a minute? There are a few things I want to get ready for Mrs. Miller."

"Excuse us, Beth," Mark and headed upstairs with his daughter. Beth sipped her wine and relaxed. 

She heard a murmured conversation, ending with an exclaimed, "What?" from Leah. Suddenly she heard a door slam and then heard Leah's voice. It was Leah's angry voice—the one she had heard on the phone, and at the hockey game.

"You fucking idiot. So why didn't you just show her a video of us doing it? How could you be so goddamn stupid as to bring her in here and give her my clothes out of your bathroom?" Mark's voice stammered a soft reply.

"No, I'm not going to calm down. I know this doesn't mean anything to you, but I really care about Jason...and now...now his mother must think I'm...that we're..." Silence, then the soft murmur of Mark's voice.

"Goddamn you, to hell. Can't you see how horrible this is?" Beth heard Leah wail. She heard another door slam, then there was a pause. "And no, I'm not going to be sleeping with you tonight." A climactic slam seemed to signal that Leah had retired for the evening.

Mark came down the stairs. "Leah's a little upset from her day," he said softly. "I think she...well, Beth, why don't you sleep in my bed and I'll come down here on the sofa?"

"I wouldn't think of it," Beth replied. "First of all, I'm going to fit on this sofa a lot better than you, and second of all, I'm probably going to be pacing around most of the night like a worried parent anyway. Please, Mark, go to bed and get a good night's rest. Everything will seem better in the morning." 

She got up and pushed him toward the stairs. He went up and returned in a few minutes with some sheets, a blanket and a pillow, then retreated to his own room, clearly the worse for wear.

Beth settled on the sofa. With the covers and pillow it was very comfortable and she knew she could pass the night easily. She turned off the light and settled back. Sleep, however, would not come. Her thoughts raced from Jason to her conversation with Mark to what she had overheard of Leah's anguished cries. 

Of all of it, she was the most concerned about Leah at the moment. She knew Jason was getting top-notch care, and that she'd see him in the morning. He had sounded tired, but like his normal self. Fuzzy had been right. He was a tough little fucker.

Mark, well, he had a lot of sorting out to do, but that wasn't her problem. Leah, on the other hand... Beth truly admired and cared for that young woman, and she knew her son loved her. It had pained her to see the guilty look on Leah's face. She knew that Leah suspected that she had divined the guilty secret. If there were only a way to talk with her...

Beth heard footsteps upstairs, padding softly down the hall. A toilet flushed, and there was the sound of running water. Then more padding footsteps, this time with some sniffles mixed in. The footsteps and sniffles continued for quite a while. Finally, Beth made a decision.

Moving to the foot of the stairs, she called up.

"Leah, is that you, sweetie?" she called. Could you come down here, please? I'm really upset and I need someone to talk to."

The footsteps stopped abruptly. Silence, as though the pacer paused to consider options. Then, a decision: the footsteps began to descend the stairs. Beth flipped on the light as Leah came into view. She looked horrible. Her eyes were red, and she sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her arm.

"I'm sorry. I'm a mess right now," Leah began. "It's been a rough day."

"I know, sweetie," Beth said. "Come and sit next to me." Leah slumped onto the couch. "So tell me what's wrong," Beth said simply.

"It's just been a long day," Leah said. "I don't really feel like talking about it."

"Well, just as you like," Beth replied, "but it always helps to talk things out. Even when it's difficult." She handed Leah a corner of the sheet, and Leah blew her nose. Beth took a deep breath.

"I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your clothes," Beth continued, looking straight at Leah. Leah shook her head.

"No, not at all. I think they might be a little tight—I'm sorry about that," Leah replied a bit nervously.

"Well, it's just that...um, I heard how upset you were with your dad for loaning me your clothes. I felt like I should apologize since you were so angry," Beth continued, seemingly oblivious to Leah's growing discomfort.

"No, no," Leah stammered, "I'm not angry with you at all. It's just that...well...I didn't think my dad should have been dragging you through our house."

"Oh," Beth said evenly, "You were concerned that I shouldn't see something upstairs?"

Leah felt nauseous, and for a minute she thought that she would throw up. She simply sat silently.

"Leah," Beth said after what seemed like an eternity, "Just so you know. I could care less where you sleep or who you sleep with. I think you are remarkable young woman, and nothing is going to change that." 

Leah looked at her bug-eyed. "What are you saying?" she asked softly.

Beth cleared her throat. "Well, I'm not sure. Let's see if I can get it all organized. First of all, I know you're a good person." Leah only shook her head negatively. 

"No, Miss Leah, I'm afraid I have to go with my gut on that one. You're a good person, " Beth continued. She paused. "Um, second of all, I'm pretty sure you're in love with my son. The 'I'm his girlfriend' line you gave to Fuzzy sounded awfully natural—like you were pretty comfortable with that idea." Leah smiled.

"Ok," she said dryly, "I'll give you that one."

"Good," Beth continued, "Two for two. Shall we go for three?" Leah just stared morosely. "Yes, of course," Beth went on breezily, "Third time's the charm. Well, I'm pretty sure my son loves you." Again, Leah shook her head "no." Beth went on, "Ok. We'll keep that one on the back burner and assume that you know him better than his mother." 

Leah stammered, "Oh no, Mrs. Miller, I didn't mean..." 

Beth interrupted her, "Like I said, we'll keep that one on the back burner. Now for the big payoff. The $64,000 question..." She stopped and looked directly into Leah's eyes. "Are you in love with your father?"

A mixture of intense pain and horror crossed Leah's face.

"Oh yes, darling Leah, I know," Beth said softly. 

Leah began weeping. Suddenly her body heaved and she retched, vomiting all over herself and the sheet. She looked down at herself, soiled, covered with filth. And she knew that was how Beth would always see her. 

"Death would be a blessing," she thought, "Why can't I just die?" 

She saw Beth looking at her, but with such a funny expression on her face. It was... Why was she smiling? Beth reached out and hugged Leah, pulling her close, not caring about the vomit that covered her.

"Oh yes, darling Leah, I know," Beth repeated softly. Then she pulled Leah close and whispered in her ear, "And I don't care. Not one bit. Not at all. We all get in difficult situations sometimes, especially if we have a great capacity for love. You are #1 in my book, Miss Leah." That was the last straw. Leah's defenses came crashing down, and she wrapped her arms tightly around Beth. 

"You can't..." she began. Then she was wailing uncontrollably, her body heaving as she was wracked with sobs. She lost all control, with tears, snot and drool all pouring out of her and covering Beth. Beth continued to hold her and rock her back and forth—just like her mother used to do. 

Leah remembered her mother. How could it have come to this? What would her mother think of her sleeping with... The shame and anguish of that thought unleashed another round of slobbering sobs.

Finally, she cried herself into exhaustion and slumped against Beth. Beth kissed her hair and continued to hold her.

"I don't understand," Leah said softly, "how can you say that you don't care about...about THAT?"

"Maybe it's because I can see that there's more to you than that," Beth said into her hair. Then she took a deep breath. "Or maybe it's because I've been down that path, too."

Leah froze.

"So. Now what, Leah?" Beth challenged her. "Do you think I'm a worthless piece of trash now?"

Leah grabbed Beth even tighter and just shook her head "no" again. "You're the most wonderful person I know," she said sincerely.

"Even though I'm an...I don't know the word...an 'incestress?'" Beth finally brought it into the open. Leah pulled back and stared at Beth, incredulous.

"An 'incestress?'...you...incest?" she whispered.

"Yes, of course," Beth said simply. "Just like you."

"Incestress?" Leah repeated.

"Yes. Or 'incestrix.' I don't know the correct terminology for 'woman who commits incest.' But whatever that term is, that's me." Then she smiled and added, "And you, right?"

Leah was still trying to comprehend. "Um. Yeah. Right. I'm an incestr...whatever. You DO mean incest, as in sex with a family member, right?"

Beth giggled, "That is the definition of the term 'incest' is it not?" she asked rhetorically.

"But, but...what family member could you..." Leah's voice trailed off and she stopped as though struck by a thunderbolt. "Oh, shit...no...no, no, no. No fucking way...no motherfucking way..." Leah broke off again.

Beth made a wry face. "That, dear Leah, is a very unfortunate turn of phrase in my case." Leah continued to stare, dumbly. Then she began to laugh, softly at first, then more fully until she was convulsed with laughter.

"You mean that I've been dying worrying that you're going to hate me for having sex with my father, and all the time you and my boy—well, my want-to-be-boyfriend. You can't fucking make this up," Leah giggled.

"Well, you could, but no one would believe it," Beth giggled in spite of herself.

"Christ," Leah said making a face, "we're a fucking mess." She held her t-shirt away from her body. It was covered with vomit, snot and several fluids she couldn't immediately identify.




Massage Mat Ch. 07



"I'd say you look horrible," Beth agreed, "but I look worse." She saw that her shirt was smeared with Leah's vomit, but in addition had dried snivel crusted from her shoulder down onto her breast. "Do you think we could get cleaned up and get some clean clothes?"

"Well," Leah said, "there's a shower in the basement, but the clean clothes are in..." she stopped and took a deep breath. "They're in our room, and I'd rather not...I mean..."

"...I understand," Beth said. "Maybe we could just toss these in the wash for a quick spruce-up?"

Leah brightened. "That's a great idea. The laundry room is downstairs, too. Let's go."

They grabbed the soiled sheets and headed down to the basement. It had been roughly finished as a game room, with a small bathroom and laundry room off to one side.

Leah tossed the sheets into the wash machine and unhesitatingly pulled off her soiled shirt and added it. She turned to Beth and stood, waiting. Beth saw that Leah had an incredible body. A bit self-consciously, she pulled off her shirt and handed it wordlessly to Leah.

Leah pointed to Beth's shorts, "Um., you got tagged on the shorts, too," she said with a little giggle.

Beth stood uncomfortably. "Oh come on," Leah said, "I see naked girls every day in the shower. As long as you don't have some massive furburger or something don't worry. You look really good."

Beth laughed out loud. "Furburger?" she giggled. "What's that?" She stepped out of her shorts and tossed them in the washer.

"A furburger is what a girl gets if she doesn't use a razor or at least trim the damn thing," Leah explained eyeing Beth. "Don't worry, you get an A+ on the grooming. Classic muff, well trimmed." 

Leah pulled off her shorts and Beth saw that she was clean-shaven. Seeing Beth checking her out, Leah explained, "au naturel is best for the athletic scene. Never a problem wearing shorts and no shit from upperclassmen in the showers, either." She added detergent to the washer and started it. "Brr," she said hugging herself, "it's freezing down here. I think my headlights are on."

The basement was chilly, and both women's nipples had quickly become erect. Beth was surprised at how comfortable Leah was with her body and with being nude.

"The shower's in here," Leah called as she opened the door to the bathroom. The bathroom was the warmest room in the basement, and they both scooted in. They stood, awkwardly, wondering what the next move would be.

"Um, do you want to go first?" Leah asked. "Christ, it's cold down here," she added, shivering.

Beth reached in and started the water, adjusting the temperature until it was warm. "Oh goodness, the warm water feels good," she exclaimed, and hopped into the shower. Immediately, she felt selfish and blurted out, "There's room in here for two, sweetie, why don't you hop in and get warm?"

Leah didn't need to be asked twice and quickly joined Beth in the warm shower. Beth squirted some shower gel on her body and soaped herself, washing away foul odors and bad memories. 

Leah grabbed the bottle and made a smiley face on her chest. When Beth saw it and smiled, Leah said, "That's how you made me feel tonight. I was a wreck, and now I'm so happy I could...I don't know...but I'm really happy." Impulsively, she reached out and hugged Beth. Beth pushed her back and rubbed the smiley face into lather.

"Turn around, then, Miss Happy, and I'll wash your back," Beth suggested. Leah did, and Beth went to work, soaping her and washing her thoroughly. As a bonus, she spent time massaging Leah's neck and shoulders. The combination of Beth's massage and the warm water relaxed Leah, and she settled back against Beth. Beth, not expecting the weight of Leah, fell backward. Instinctively, she grabbed Leah, wrapping her arms around her chest. Leah was strong enough that she supported Beth's weight effortlessly. Beth clung to her, and the younger woman stood as solidly as if she were made of granite.

Gradually, the girls realized that Beth's hands were firmly grasping Leah's pert breasts. Beth let go, saying, "Oh God, Leah, I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." Leah turned around and, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye firmly grabbed Beth's larger breasts as they swayed before her.

"Well, I did," she giggled. "I didn't think you'd be playing grab ass with me."

"Grab ass?" Beth asked.

"You obviously have not spent much time in communal showers with sports teams," Leah observed.

"What? You mean the girls just grab each other in the shower?" Beth asked incredulously.

"Not exactly. But it's kind of a hazing thing...and keep in mind that women jocks are not all completely heterosexual," Leah said matter-of-factly. "I, apparently, am considered desirable by...um...girls who eschew men, so I have played grab ass a lot."

"Can't you complain to the coach or something?" Beth asked, "That doesn't seem right."

"Well, when someone gives you a quick feel, sometimes you can't tell who did it, and anyway, who wants to rat out a teammate?" Leah explained. Seeing that Beth still didn't get it, she reached around and gave Beth a quick feel.

"See?" she said. "How much trouble would you want to make on the team for that?"

"Well, it's not as bad as it sounds," Beth said.

"And it feels good, too," giggled Leah. 

"I wasn't going to mention that," Beth teased. Both women were now in a playful mood, almost giddy from fatigue and emotional release.

"So you like it, huh?" Leah challenged, giving Beth another grab, this time letting her hand linger a bit longer.

"Yeah, it's not bad," Beth replied, reaching back to feel Leah's ass. It was like chiseled marble. Surprised, Beth didn't remove her hand, but continued to feel the sculpted buttocks.

Leah moved closer to Beth, allowing her to reach around more easily. "You're as bad as Meg," she teased.

"Who's Meg?" asked Beth, reluctantly releasing Leah's butt.

"A dyke who has a major crush on me," Leah explained. "She's always volunteering to help me wash my...er...back." As she spoke, Leah's hand shot between Beth's thighs, reaching up to squeeze her ass cheeks. When Beth's eyes got big, Leah laughed. "Ha," she exclaimed, "Gotcha good on that one."

Beth clamped her thighs together, trapping Leah's hand. "Oh yeah?" she challenged, "Now who's got who?"

Leah tried to pull her hand free, but Beth had her in a vice-like grip. Undeterred, the younger woman extended her middle finger and began to probe for Beth's asshole. She quickly found it and began probing and ticking it. Beth hung on, but the probing finger was relentless, and it easily opened her and eased inside. In spite of herself, Beth felt her back arch as she pushed her hips down, impaling herself on the strong finger. She began rotating her hips. She looked at Leah, and saw her lips pulled back and her teeth clenched. Her face was a picture of intensity and focus as she mercilessly worked her finger into Beth's bowels.

"Yeah?" Leah challenged, "Yeah? You think you got somethin'?" She saw Beth's face grow tense as she slid her finger deeply into the tight asshole. When she began to make slow circles on the interior wall, she watched Beth's face relax as her mouth fell open. 

Wordlessly, Beth looked up at Leah. Her eyes were big and her mouth was open. A soft grunt escaped from her, as her thighs fell open. Leah put her hand firmly against Beth's chest and pinned her to the wall of the shower. Beth's eyes softened, yielding.

"That's more like it," giggled Leah victoriously, "I knew you would succumb to that." She went to pull her hand away, but Beth caught it in both of hers and held it in place with furious strength. 

"What the fuck?" Leah exclaimed, as Beth hung onto her hand and ground her butt down on Leah's finger. As Beth's body settled lower, her pussy came into contact with Leah's arm. Leah felt the swollen lips part slightly as the thick, viscous liquid oozed onto her hand and wrist. Beth moaned.

Just then the washing machine beeped the end of its cycle, breaking the spell. Beth and Leah looked at each other, then down at Leah's hand as it disappeared between Beth's legs. Simultaneously, they giggled, then Leah pulled her hand away and they hugged.

"Ok, I give," Beth sighed as they hugged, "You are the Grab Ass Champion."

Leah replied, "At least I took round one. Let me put the stuff in the dryer and we'll see about round two." As Leah zipped into the laundry room, Beth heard her complain, "Fuckin' A it's freezing out here."

Beth settled back into the warm water and finished cleaning herself, paying special attention to rinsing her genitals. She was surprised at how aroused she had got in spite of being tired, emotionally spent and not in any mental place to have sex. She had to admit, though, that Leah's intensity and passion were infectious.

For her part, Leah tried to get a grip on herself as she transferred the clothes to the dryer. She had had many passes made at her by amorous teammates and coaches going back to high school. 

In every case, she had not been the slightest bit interested. But Beth... Why should she be attracted to this older woman? To the mother of her boyfriend no less. This was taking the incest thing to a whole new level. Nothing like sex with daddy and with the mother, too.

Well, she admitted to herself, Jason wasn't her boyfriend, nor was he likely to be after his mother filled him in on this night's escapades. The thought made her a little sad, but helped her dull the...the what? Desire? Desire for jason's mother? "You really are one sick fuck," she muttered to herself under her breath. Grabbing two towels from the dirty clothes, she headed into the bathroom.

As she entered, Beth had her back to her, and Leah saw her working intently with both hands between her legs. When Beth heard her, she let out a little squeak and jumped back, blushing.

"Caught you," Leah teased. "I can step out again if you want to finish it off." Beth's color deepened to crimson.

"Uh, er...no, I'll be ok, thanks," she said softly. Then she burst into laughter.

"What's so funny"" Leah asked, "By the way, you should probably get out of that shower. The hot water is going to run out any time now." Beth turned off the water and caught the towel that Leah threw to her.

"I was just laughing at how ridiculous the situation was. We're both in love with my son, who is sleeping in the hospital while we...while we...um...make out in a shower. Poor Jason. He would probably give his left nut for a video of that," Beth chuckled again.

Leah looked a little downcast. "Yeah," she said softly, "a video of his ex-girlfriend-to-be after he finds out how twisted I am."

Beth came over to her and hugged her again. "Sweetie, if you want him to find out anything about any of this, you'll have to be the one to tell him." Leah looked up at her, astonished.

"But, don't you want to tell him all about me?" she said softly, "To protect him from someone like...like me?"

"Jason is a big boy, and he can figure out what he wants without help from his mother," Beth told her gently. "Besides, I've liked you ever since I heard you stick up for him on the phone months ago. A man could do a lot worse than to have a woman like you, Leah, and I'm not going to be the one to screw this up." Leah went to Beth and hugged her again, pressing her naked body tightly against her.

"There's not one person in 10,000...no, in a million...that could think the way you do," Leah told her, hanging on for dear life, "Jason's really lucky to have you for a mom. I'm really lucky too. I mean to have you for a...for a...whatever you are."

Beth ruffled Leah's short hair and looked into her eyes. They were green, but cloudy and soft-looking. Beth kissed her forehead gently. "Say, kiddo," she asked softly, "what color are your eyes, anyway?"

"Green," came the reply, "but sometimes they look grey. My mom's were just the same. She always called them, 'witch's eyes' because she said we could cast spells with them. Why do you ask?"

"Your mother was right," Beth sighed, "Those witch's eyes are casing a spell on me." She hugged Leah closer. In spite of the steamy heat in the room, Leah felt Beth's nipples as fiercely erect as they were when they were in the cold laundry room.

Leah realized that her nipples were also erect. "That's funny," she wondered, "how did that happen?" 

She felt the older woman's hands grasp her face and hold it firmly, transfixing her with steady eye contact. She knew what was going to happen, but far from the disgust she had felt at the prospect of being kissed by other girls she waited calmly for Beth to move in for the kill.

A few heartbeats passed, but it felt like an eternity. "Come on," Leah thought, "Do it. Do it before I change my mind." Beth's face swam into view and then... There it was. Soft, warm and beautiful. Not too deep, but deep enough. Not too wet, but wet enough. Not too perfect, but... No. It was perfect. Absolutely, completely perfect. She heard a sigh as Beth came up for air.

Then again. A deeper shade of perfection. Leah floated out of her body as Perfection lingered. Sadly, it floated away, hovering tantalizingly, just out of reach. Thoughts, questions and feelings swirled though Leah's mind but she dared not speak. She scarcely dared to breathe, afraid to break the incredible spell of this moment. Of all the things she had ever known in her life, she knew that she would remember this forever—she prayed that it would last forever. She waited, trembling, for Perfection to return.

And it did. This time, it gently opened her mouth and the tip of its tongue came into hers. Gently. Teasingly. Exploring, requesting and insisting all at the same time. Leah found it with her tongue and felt an electric current jolt through her body. As the tongues danced together, Leah trembled in Beth's arms. "I never knew that Perfection had a tongue," Leah thought.

They finally parted and stepped back, still looking into each other's eyes. Leah swayed unsteadily, and Beth reached out to hold her again.

"See?" Leah told her, "I have no talent for kissing girls. Obviously I hate even the thought of it."

Beth took her in another long, deep kiss. As their mouths worked together, Leah began to grind her hips against Beth. Beth, more experienced, moved slightly to one side and smoothly slid her leg between the younger girl's thighs. Leah felt it and instinctively knew what to do. She parted her thighs and squatted, opening herself, then pressing the exposed clitoris into her lover's thigh. Then she gripped firmly with her own strong, young legs, pressing her liquid center firmly into the other woman's flesh. 

As Beth deepened the kiss, Leah began to hump back and forth, riding Beth's thigh. She wanted to work slowly, but almost instantly she was beyond help, and began working herself harder and faster.

Beth parted from the kiss and looked at Leah. She was flushed and her small, perky nipples were furiously erect. Her grip on Beth's leg was unrelenting, and Beth could feel Leah's juices coating her thigh as the younger girl humped for all she was worth.

"Do you want to change position, sweetie?" Beth asked softly. Leah's only answer was a desperate stare and a quick shake of her head as she grabbed Beth and began thrusting like a madwoman. Beth, surprised at the wild strength of this young girl, could only hold on as Leah rode her in a wild dance.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come," Leah grunted as her wild ride reached its climax. Beth reached down and took a firm grip on the nipples, squeezing them as her mouth closed over Leah's for the final kiss. As their tongues touched, Leah let out a short cry and then her body convulsed, twitching violently. Beth struggled to hang on as her young lover rode her to heaven.

Finally, Leah let go of Beth and slumped back, spent. She squatted on the floor and closed her eyes. 

"Yeah, you definitely hate kissing girls," Beth chuckled. Leah was too spent to laugh. She could only shake her head.

The clothes dryer buzzed, and Beth went out to get their clothes and the sheets. She returned and handed Leah some fresh, warm clothes. They felt wonderful as Leah slipped them on. Her only disappointment was that Beth also got dressed and she could no longer see her nude body. They gathered the sheets and headed upstairs to the family room, arranging the sofa.

Beth settled back as Leah looked down at her, uncertain.

"I'd like for you to tuck me in. That is, unless you're too tired," Beth said simply.

"Oh sweet Jesus, no," Leah cried, pulling off her clothes. She dove on top of Beth and pulled the covers up. They took each other in another long, deep kiss.

"How's that?" Leah asked.

"Terrible. Fucking terrible," came the teasing reply. "Besides why are you naked and I've got these clothes on?" Beth complained.

Leah reached down and ripped off Beth's t-shirt as Beth kicked off her shorts. They went at another kiss. Again the two naked bodies fit together as Leah found Beth's thigh. Beth crooked her leg, helping Leah get a good grip. She felt the young girl's shaved pussy begin to slide against her thigh. Leah struggled to get her thigh between Beth's legs to return the favor. 

Beth humped up and down a few times, but then said, "Sweetie, let's just worry about you right now. We can do me later. This is too complicated for me, but you're a pro, I see."

"Beginner's luck," Leah sighed, grinding down on Beth's leg. "This is so fucking hot," she moaned. Beth felt the warm juices flow onto her thigh as Leah picked up her pace. This time, Beth had a perfect view of the young, lean, strong body as Leah worked her pussy up and down.

Leah's hips undulated in an unbelievably sexy dance. Beth thought that Leah's hips had to be double-jointed as the young girl made rapid pelvic thrusts while rotating her hips and grinding down more and more firmly. She let out a deep moan, and Beth saw the sex flush spread over her neck and chest.

"You're close, sweetie," Beth said softly, "aren't you?" Leah nodded.

"Do my tits again," she moaned. "Oh fuck yeah," she continued as Beth's hands complied with her request. "I'm ready to pop. Make me blow," she groaned as the older woman expertly milked her breasts, sending her over the edge. As she shuddered to her completion, Beth enfolded her in a deep embrace. Leah, now completely spent physically and emotionally, nestled against Beth. She felt like she had just found a home.

She remembered, though, that Beth had not yet had a release. "Hey," she said softly, "do you need some attention?" Beth kissed her.

"Yes, but I'm tired, too," Beth sighed. "Just hold me and I'll do myself, ok?" In response, Leah wrapped her arms around Beth and began kissing her. Beth freed her arm and reached down to her pussy. The first touch sent a shudder through her body.

"Oh fuck, this isn't going to take long at all, Leah," Beth sighed.

"It better not, or I'm going to feel like the worst lover ever," Leah chuckled. "Do you want me to kiss you or what?"

"Just be with me. Do whatever you want, but just hold me," Beth murmured. Leah could see that she was already drifting away, well on her journey to her magic kingdom.

Impulsively, Leah began to talk, "Beth, you are so beautiful, inside and out," she began. "I hope I can be like you—full of life and love," Beth moaned and her hips began to thrust. "So open, so free," Leah continued as the movement of Beth's arm became more vigorous, pushing the covers to one side. Leah could hear the wet slapping sound as Beth worked herself off. Beth opened her eyes and looked up at Leah.

"You're such a beautiful girl," she said, breathlessly, "I hope you stay in my life forever."

"Me too," Leah sighed as she saw Beth's body arch up, "Wouldn't I make a wonderful daughter?"

Beth tried to stay with her, but was too far gone. "Just make lots of grandkids for me, ok?" she gasped as she shook into the throes of her orgasm. 




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As she relaxed from her orgasm, she heard Leah whisper, "It's a deal." Leah got up and retrieved their clothes. She dressed and helped Beth, then pulled up the sheets.

"All tucked in?" she asked lovingly. In reply, Beth looked at her with a desperate longing.

"And that would be...no," Leah giggled, pulling down the covers and rejoining Beth. Beth enfolded her and pulled the covers over their heads.

"All tucked in now?" Leah repeated. Beth kissed her deeply, and for a long time.

"And that would be a yes," sighed Leah, "Me too. All tucked in. Safe and sound."

They settled together in each other's arms and slept. At long last, they had found peace for themselves.



Massage Mat Ch. 08



Incest? Love? Romance? It's complicated.

Welcome to one of the final installments of "Massage Mat." I think that I'm figuring out some things about my writing. Most importantly, I've found what I like to do: I like to tell stories. 

Like my other recent efforts, this is conceived as a "bedtime story for grown-ups" rather than as a flat-out erotic story. It continues the story of the people who have been doing all of the crazy things in the earlier chapters. And they still do manage to find some time for sex. ;)

I'm not quite sure what happened to them, though. Somehow they became pretty independent and decided they wanted to head in new directions. I just tried to listen as they told me what was in their hearts, and this is the result. 

They confirmed something I suspected all along: This whole series is really a love story. 

This chapter is dedicated to Tim, whose kind, encouraging words—and whose affection for Leah—inspired it.

Kate

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"C'mon, Mills, you can do it," the muscular man said, handing Jason a shot. Jason took it and drained it at a gulp.

"Now it's your turn," said another guy, handing a shot to Leah. It vanished instantly. 

The party was going strong, and everyone was in a good mood. The team was off to a great start—they were nationally ranked and had just won their holiday tournament. Now, with the prospect of a two-week break ahead, everyone was celebrating the victory the way college students have always celebrated.

Jason was having an unbelievable freshman season. From being "allowed to dress for some home games," his natural flair for the game had quickly led to his becoming a stalwart of the defense, and he was already attracting attention as a future NHL star. His rise to stardom was cut short by a nasty spill into the boards, but things were looking good for his returning to the lineup after the break. 

Leah, of course, was thrilled. After she had cleared the air with Beth, she had felt much better about her relationship with Jason. Even though he mostly wanted to just hang out with her in a friendly way, she knew how she felt: her heart was filled with joy when she was near him. And when she looked into his eyes, she was overjoyed to see that he felt the same way. 

Unfortunately, Jason was a typical guy when it came to feelings—he had them, but was never comfortable sharing them. And so they lingered in their emotional never-never land: more than friends but not yet lovers. 

Although Leah had been sending pretty strong signals that she would welcome any physical advances from him, he never wanted to do much—they had, in fact, never even kissed. On the few occasions that they hugged or held hands, though, they both could sense that there was some special kind of chemistry between them.

Jason loved his mother and experienced gut-wrenching guilt about his feelings for Leah. His mother had been reborn through her romantic relationship with him, and was beginning to find that she wanted to experience other relationships.

She therefore encouraged him to branch out too. She had even told him of her experiences with other people, hoping that would help lead him to find a girl of his own age. For some reason he couldn't understand, though, Jason was consumed with guilt every time he allowed himself to experience his romantic attraction to Leah.

Leah gazed at him and thought, "I could be philosophical about this. I could tell myself 'at least it's not something sick like he's fucking his mother.' But he is. And I don't care." She giggled.

"What?" Jason asked her. "What's so funny?" 

"You are, my darling Jason," Leah said, giving him a peck on the cheek, "You are." She rested her head against his arm. Jason ignored the goosebumps that instantly covered his body, gave her a hug and excused himself to answer a call of nature. As he returned, Mike, one of his buddies, stopped him.

"Hey Mills," Mike asked gesturing toward Leah, "Who's the hockey puck?" Jason scowled, hearing Leah referenced by the term used for girls who were passed around among the guys.

Things got worse when Mike added with a nudge, "You going to get her on your stick tonight?" Jason instantly got angry. Mike saw it, and hastened to apologize.

"Oh fuck, Mills," he stammered, "I didn't mean it. Is that your girlfriend?" Now it was Jason's turn to stammer.

"No...er...I mean...well..." his voice trailed off. "It's complicated, ok?" he said finally. "But she's not a hockey puck," he concluded.

"Well, is she yours for tonight?" Mike asked in typical guy fashion.

"Yeah, she is," Jason replied instantly. Mike looked into his eyes and didn't like what he saw.

"Sure thing, Mills," he said, beating a hasty retreat. "Whatever you say."

As he returned to the table, Jason wondered why he had got so angry. And why he had been so emphatic about Leah being his. When he saw her, though, he forgot about being angry.

Leah was in an animated conversation with several enchanted hockey players. "...so if the weak-side D filters down low," she was jabbering excitedly and moving a salt shaker, "how do you know who cycles out to cover the point?" 

Jason sat down and listened as Leah debated strategy with his teammates. He noticed how lively her eyes were and how her smile seemed to light up the entire group. Then he saw his teammates. To a man, they were hypnotized, just staring at the vivacious young woman before them.

Jason thought about Leah, and about what he wanted. His mother? Leah? Both? He felt so confused and lost. He could plainly see that Leah was, well, wonderful. But his mother was—his mother. And his lover. Leah was just a kid by comparison. But still. Whenever he looked at her, he felt...

Suddenly, his head ached. He felt a little drunk and a little sick. And a lot confused. He put his head down on the table. Just a little rest. That's all he needed...

"C'mon," he heard Leah saying as she shook him gently, "you need to get some rest. You're still not back to 100% you know." Jason rose without protest. He still had trouble collecting his thoughts sometimes.

"See you guys tomorrow," he muttered as Leah guided him toward the door.

"Take it easy, Mills," Mike called, "we want you back soon."

"Hey Leah," someone called, "the doc said he's still not cleared for physical contact." Laughter rang through the room.

"Yeah," Mike added, "don't go bouncing him around all night." The laughter redoubled. Leah turned and faced them, still supporting Jason. 

"Fuck you both," she said, giving it right back. "You wouldn't know what the hell to do with a girl if you had one. Of course," she added venomously, "it's pretty clear you won't be having to worry about that tonight, will you?" She smiled sweetly, turned on her heel, and guided Jason to the car as the laughter and shouts continued behind them.

He could barely stumble into his room, but she made sure that he got into bed. Alone. 

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When Leah returned home, she found her father waiting up for her.

"My God," he scolded, "I thought you'd be out all night. I was frantic waiting for you."

Leah was not in a good frame of mind to be scolded: She was a little drunk, a little sad and a lot worried about Jason. "I didn't ask you to wait up for me," she replied, then added, "but thank you not phoning me."

Her dad slumped. He felt that he was losing her. He felt unmoored, adrift. Leah had been right: it had been a silly, careless mistake that allowed Beth to guess their secret. Worse, Beth had been so honest about her relationship with her son that he felt even more shame about hiding his romance with his daughter. That was when everything changed for them.

Leah had been attached to that young hockey player for quite some time, but since his injury—and that horrible night with Beth—she had seemed even more distant. She was obedient, but he knew that her heart was elsewhere. He felt that he needed to lose himself in her once again. That always made things better.

"Leah," he said softly, "let's go to bed, ok?" He watched as his daughter trudged wordlessly upstairs to their room.

Knowing what was expected of her, she got ready for bed quickly. She eased her nude body under the covers, and he soon joined her. Of course he was naked too. Leah sighed as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. As always, she could feel him becoming erect almost as soon as their bodies came in contact.

Leah loved her father and loved making him happy. She had begun this relationship expressly for that purpose—he had been so distraught since her mother had died. But now, as he kissed and felt her, she couldn't find the joyfulness of the early days of their union. She could only feel like she had her "wifely" duty to perform. 

"Well, mom," she thought, recalling the days shortly after her mother had passed away, "we're still taking care of him." She knew that her motives were pure even though she was in a sinful relationship, and she hoped that her mother would think that she was doing the right thing by taking care of her father.

She kissed her father and allowed him to work her nipples. Soon, his hand trailed down and he began to stimulate her clitoris. Leah felt herself lubricating and knew that she was ready for him. Fortunately, their favorite position was doggy-style. That allowed Leah to be alone with her thoughts to a certain extent.

Silently, she got on her knees and offered herself to him, and he eagerly penetrated her and went to work. As he enjoyed himself, she was lost in thought, trying to make sense of her life. She couldn't. "None of this makes any sense," she told herself.

"Are you close, honey?" she finally heard him gasp, "I don't think I can hold off much longer." 

"He'll never understand," she thought sadly. Instead of anger, though, she pitied him. He was so pathetic...not really a man.

"Oh God, yes, dad," she moaned softly, "I'm almost there, too." She thought she had given a B-level performance, but marked herself up to an A when she found that her words inspired her father to bang away at her vigorously.

Leah had never faked an orgasm in her life. "Well," she thought grimly, "there's a first time for everything," as she gave her best porn star imitation. Judging from the explosive effect it had on her father, she figured that she had done well.

As they lay together afterward, he stroked her face tenderly. "Leah, what's wrong?" he asked. Even he could see that she was not in a good place.

"Dad, um...I don't know," she mumbled, "I mean. It's difficult."

"What's difficult, darling? It's that boy. Jason, right? He's upsetting you—I can see it," he took his daughter's face in his hands. "Darling Leah, that boy is in love with his mother. He will never be yours," he told her softly.

Tears began to run down Leah's face. "I know," she said softly. "I just want to be normal and get married and have kids and all of that stuff. And now I can never do any of that. My life is over, really."

"Leah," he said, voice trembling, "your life is not over. It's hardly begun." He hugged her close. "Besides, Beth and I agreed that you should have your own lives," he reminded her.

Leah turned to face her father. "But you don't understand," she sniffled, "I don't have my own life. You...Our relationship. It's...complicated. For you, our being together means that you have... I'm like your new wife. I'm a substitute for mom." She paused and sniffed again, searching for words.

"But what about me?" She began sobbing. "I didn't gain a husband. We can't be married. I can't have kids. I can't do any of that." She cried, sad for herself.

"But that's not the worst part," she said, wiping her eyes. "I lost my father. My mom just died and my dad... I don't have one anymore. He's my... I don't even know what he is now."

As she found the words to express the grief that filled her, Leah began to cry harder. "Oh God," she wailed, "I want my daddy back. Please let me have my daddy again." She covered her face and shook with sobs, repeating, "I want my daddy."

Mark Rubin had many faults as a father, but he cared deeply about his daughter. Her happiness meant more to him than anything. Even more than their sexual relationship. Yes, she was the one who started things, but he certainly bore the responsibility for pushing them to where they were now.

He looked down and saw what he had created. There he was, a naked, middle-aged man lying next to his naked daughter. He watched his semen ooze from her and run down her leg as she cried, mourning for herself and for the father she had lost.

He closed his eyes and thought of his beloved wife. Of Leah's mother. "What would she think if she could see this?" he wondered. As his daughter continued to mourn her lost parents, he made a decision. He looked upward, above Leah's head. "I will not fail you. I promise," he vowed silently, "I will not fail...our family."

He held his daughter while she cried herself out. When she was exhausted, he gently roused her. "Leah. Let's go into the bathroom," he urged. She complied, too numb to resist.

He ran a hot shower and helped her in. "Take a good, hot shower," he urged, "you'll feel better. I promise." Again, she obeyed.

As she showered, he left for a few minutes, busy with other tasks. He returned, dressed, and with a pair of her favorite flannel pajamas and a clean towel. Leah turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

"Wow. You were right," she said, "I do feel better after that." She told herself that she could go on with their arrangement for a while longer. As long as necessary. She remembered what her mother had taught her, "You can do anything if you put your mind to it." Well, she thought, she had never lacked perseverance.

When she was dressed, she headed back to bed. Her father stopped her.

"No," he said firmly, "Not here. Come with me." Baffled, Leah followed him as he led her back to her old room. The light was on, and the bed was freshly made with clean sheets. The room had been straightened up and looked bright and cheery—just as it had long ago. Before...

Her father guided her into bed. He pulled up the covers and knelt on the floor next to her. "I think your daddy would like to tuck his daughter in once again," he said softly. 

Then it was his turn to cry.

Leah reached out and put her arms around him. "It is so natural for her to offer comfort," he thought as the tears flowed from him. He tried to talk, to explain, to apologize, to beg forgiveness, but all that came out was an unintelligible jabbering amid the sobs.

"Why don't you lie here with me for a minute?" Leah suggested. He stopped crying but hesitated, thinking. 

Then, cautiously, as if not wanting to disturb something new and beautiful and delicate, he joined her in bed, remaining outside the covers. Leah turned her back to him, snuggling deeper under the blankets. 

"Do you remember how you held me when I had the chicken pox?" she asked softly.

"Of course I do," he answered. "You were so sick and you itched everywhere. I had to hug you to keep you from scratching."

"And mom was scared that you would get sick, too," Leah recalled, "but you stayed with me. Do you remember?"

"Yes. I never left your side," she heard him whisper. "But I stayed outside of the covers. So I wouldn't catch the germs." As he said this, his arms encircled Leah, cradling her as he had done so long ago. She sighed.

"This is just how I remember it," she murmured dreamily as she drifted off to sleep.

He stayed with her, vowing to take care of her. As she slept, a gentle smile crossed her face. She was safe again. At home.

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"You just woke up?" Leah asked incredulously. "It's like 2 pm. I've been phoning you all morning." 

"uhm jus'..jus' kinda owvit today uh guess," Jason's voice sounded thick, as though he was having trouble forming words.

"Well, let's get your lazy ass up and moving, ok?" Leah giggled. "How about if I buy you a cup of coffee at the Spot?" she asked, referring to their favorite meeting place. "Great. See you in a few." She skipped downstairs.

Her dad had had breakfast ready when she awoke, and they had spent the morning packing her belongings back into her bathroom. She felt rejuvenated and joyful, and was impatient to see Jason. She put on some of her favorite clothes and actually used a little make-up—a truly rare event.

As she went to get her jacket she saw her dad at the dining room table. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm just sorting some old photos," he said, preoccupied. She went over to look. They were old family photos. He was setting aside the ones of her mother. When she neared, he picked up a picture and showed it to her.

"She was really beautiful, wasn't she?" he asked, sadly.

"Yes she was," Leah said, putting arm around him tenderly, "I miss her so much. I know you do, too."

"Yes, I do," her father replied. "I think that I tried to make the pain go away with our..." he broke off and looked down at his hands. "I never grieved properly," he continued, "and I think that caused us a lot of problems, Leah. A lot of problems." He shook his head. 

He tapped the photo and looked up at her. "Your mother and I still talk, you know," he said conspiratorially, "she is never too far away."

"You can do anything if you put your mind to it?" Leah asked, recalling her mother's favorite saying.

"Well, yes, that, and some other things I won't repeat," he said with a little smile. "She's been giving me hell. You know how she could get when she was angry." Leah smiled and nodded, remembering a few epic blow-ups prompted by childhood indiscretions. 

"Well, I've been getting an earful," he father told her. "All of it deserved." He turned and faced her, taking both of her hands in his. "Leah, I want us to have a fresh start. A normal, fresh start." He looked at the yellowed photo. "She wants that for us, too." Leah bent and kissed him on the forehead.

"It's unanimous. Count me in," she said softly. They hugged and she left to go see Jason.

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He was already at the Coffee Spot, sitting in their usual booth. When she hurried in the door, he spotted her instantly and waved. 

"Hey you," she called across the room, "what do you want? This is on me!" A few minutes later, they were seated sipping their lattes. 

"So, you seemed really out of it on the phone," Leah began, "how are you feeling?"

"Ok," Jason said, "my head feels like it's going to explode sometimes and I just don't feel good. I wish this thing would clear up." Leah frowned.

"You need to take better care of yourself," she said, concerned. "More rest, and probably no drinking." Jason scowled. "No. I'm not kidding," she said firmly. "This could mess up your whole future."

"Ok, mom," he teased. "I'll be good." Leah smiled.

"Well..." she let her voice linger, "not TOO good I hope." They fell silent.

Jason tried not to stare, but failed. Miserably. He loved the way her blonde hair framed her beautiful face, her grey-green eyes...just a whisper of lipstick. A thin, gold necklace fell gently between her perfect breasts. She just sat there. Calmly, it seemed.

Without really realizing what he was doing, he took her hand and squeezed it. She squeezed back, and his heart leaped. For a second....an amazing second...time stopped as they looked into each other's eyes. Then Leah pulled her hand away.

"Jason," she said, lowering her eyes," Before this goes any further, I have to make sure that you know something about me."

"What's that?" he asked, knowing that she could not possibly have a secret as dark as his.

"Well," she said, "Um. You could probably guess this from my name, but..." she reached into her blouse and pulled out the small charm that she wore on her necklace.




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"That's a nice necklace," Jason began, then he saw what she was holding, "Oh. That's one of those...um...yeah. I forget what they're called." he ended lamely. 

"It's called a Star of David," Leah explained. "It means, dear Jason, that I am one of the Chosen People. A child of Israel," she said sweetly.

"What? You mean you're an Israeli?" Jason asked incredulously, "I didn't even know they played lacrosse over there." Leah laughed out loud.

"No, you nitwit," she giggled, "I'm an American, but I'm Jewish. You know. Hanukkah. Hava Nagila. Passover..." her voice trailed off as she saw him staring blankly. "You DO know what Jewish is, right?" she finally asked. 

"Wow," he said softly, "Yeah. I mean I heard of Jewish people. I just never saw a real one," he blushed crimson as he realized what he had just said. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry, Leah. I didn't mean that...I mean..." he was at a loss for words. "I mean, but you seem so...normal." A pause. "Oh shit, that didn't sound right either. What I'm trying to say is...I don't know what being Jewish means really except that you seem like a great girl to me and that's all I care about I guess. There just aren't too many Jewish people where I come from, so I don't know enough to be...I don't know...whatever I'm supposed to be." Another pause. 

"Should I be freaked out? Is this bad?" he asked sincerely.

Leah took his hand and kissed it. "No, you shouldn't be freaked out," she said softly, "At least not by my being Jewish. It's just that....well, some gentiles are...they don't want to...um...oh shit this is getting complicated." She stopped. Jason just looked at her. 

"I mean...some non-Jewish people don't want to...er...intermingle with Jewish people. So I figured I'd put that out there since you didn't seem like you were really aware of that part of me."

Jason gazed at Leah, captivated by her beauty. He had never felt quite this way in the presence of a woman. Yes, he loved his mother, but this was different. Intense. Overwhelming. Leah gazed back at him steadily, never wavering. 

"Hey. Take a chance," she teased softly, "I don't bite. Well, maybe I'll nibble a little, but only where it makes you get horny."

Jason leaned forward. He wanted to kiss her so badly. Just as they prepared to embrace, though, a flood of emotions overcame him. He looked into her eyes and saw a beautiful young woman, bursting with love for him.

Then he saw his mother, scowling at him. "Jason Miller," she scolded, "what are you doing with this tramp? Don't you want to be with me?" 

He saw himself, cowering, afraid to make a mistake.

Then he saw her...it. The demon. Evil incarnate. It was laughing at him. "That's right. Kiss me you sucker," it sneered, "Then I'll have you for good." The demon cackled its evil laugh. "I'll make sure the whole world knows how you like to fuck your mother. And you will rot in hell."

"Jason. What's wrong?" Leah asked, putting her hand gently on his. He looked so strangely angry. Furious.

His face hardened, and he laughed. "You almost had me there," he sneered. "Yep. I almost fell for that one. Hook, line and sinker."

She withdrew her hand. "What do you mean?" she asked, baffled.

"Don't play dumb with me, Leah. You're a pretty sharp cookie," he said cruelly. "I know all about you. You thought I was so dumb that I'd fall for you and you could pull the wool over my eyes forever, right?" She saw his hands curl into fists. "Well, I'm not going to be your little boy to play with. Got it?"

"Little boy?" Leah asked, hurt. "Jason. You've got it all wrong. I want a man. A real man—someone who can really love me." She looked away for a second to hide the tears. "I haven't ever had that," she added sadly. He just sat, glowering at her.

"Look Jason," she continued, "I...er. It seems like your mom has told you everything." She put her hand gently on his fist and patted it. "Well, that's ok with me. I would have told you anyway. I mean, I wasn't planning on today...I figured I'd start the 'true confessions' with the Jewish thing and take it slow...but I wanted you to hear it from me. But anyway. It's ok. She told me all about you guys, too." 

She took his clenched fist in both of her hands and held it. "Don't you see, Jason?" she pleaded, "We're even. We can do this...together."

Jason stared at her, angry and confused. "My mother didn't tell me anything about you." He pulled his hand away. "What 'everything' are you hiding from me Leah?"

This was getting them nowhere, Leah realized. And Jason's voice was getting louder and attracting sidelong glances from the other people in the coffee shop.

"Well, it seems like this is the time," she said, making up her mind. "But we can't talk here—not in public—not about this." She thought for a minute. "Let's go to the athletics building. We can use one of the study rooms."

Jason grudgingly agreed, and a few minutes later they were in the small study room with to-go cups of coffee. Jason just looked at Leah, waiting.

"Ok," she began, "you said that you knew all about me. I'll tell you all about me, but first I'd like to ask what you meant when you said that. What do you know already?" She looked directly at him.

Jason banged his cup down on the table. "This isn't the Spanish Inquisition, Leah, but since you ask I'll tell you. I know that you're a scheming little..."

"Whore?" Leah interrupted. "Ok. So you must know about the night with Mac. Everybody on campus does." Jason harrumphed. "But you didn't hear that from your mother." She took a deep breath. 

Then she told him about the night he was in the hospital. 

She told him everything, speaking from her heart, sharing every bit of herself—the good, the bad and the ugly. If he could have seen clearly, he would have seen how good, bad and ugly can add up to beautiful—especially when combined with honesty.

But, unfortunately, Jason was not ready for honesty.

"You little fucking whore," he hissed, "You expect to fuck your father like a goddamn whore and then pollute me with your filth? You are a cesspool, Leah. A pool of shit."

Leah loved Jason. She did not doubt that for an instant. But she also didn't back down from a fight. And she wasn't going to start now.

"Wait a fucking minute," she said, and now Jason could hear the steel in her voice. "So you run off to your mom's hotel room to fuck her silly every time she comes to town, and that's ok, right? I mean, that's what all the guys on campus do. They're running around screwing their mothers. That must be why us girls are so desperate to find a man, right?" 

She gave him a pitying look. "You are so fucking clueless, Jason. You're not a cesspool. You're just stupid. You don't even fucking know what Jewish means, and you're so goddamn wrapped up in yourself that you can't fucking tell how anyone else feels. You can't see...anything." 

She paused, then added sadly. "You're so lost, Jason darling, but I can't help you. You have to figure this one out on your own."

"So what am I supposed to do with that?" he shouted, "Confess to you that I'm in love with my mother? Is that what you want me to say?" 

"Jason, I just want to be honest with you, that's all." Leah began to cry. "And I want you to be honest with me. It's so simple. Really. That's all there is to it. Just be real."

"Well, here's some reality you little bitch," Jason sneered, pushing her out of his way. "You are a fucking whore." He pulled open the door of the room and shouted down the hall, "Leah Rubin is a whore! A goddamn fucking whore! $50 a pop. Come and get it!"

Leah swiftly elbowed him out of the way and kicked the door shut. He took one menacing step toward her, but stopped instantly when a withering slap felt like it tore off half of his face. He felt blood in his mouth. He wondered if she had knocked any teeth loose. She was one tough bitch.

"Oh hell no. Oh hell fucking no," she shouted, "That shit just will not fly." He had never been on the receiving end of Leah's anger. Until now. She looked like she was ready to tear him limb from limb. 

Except that he was bigger, stronger and more aggressive. And he was beyond reason. He decided to kill her.

Leah saw Jason's expression change, like something clicked in his brain. He focused his gaze on her, and for one of the very few times in her life, Leah felt raw, physical fear. She knew that he could injure her badly—hell, he really could kill her with his bare hands.

Fortunately, she was closer to the door. She quickly tore it open and ran out. He took two steps to follow her, then stopped when he saw other people in the hall. Leah turned to face him.

"Jason," she hissed, "go fuck your mother." She turned and ran away.

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"Mom?" Beth heard her son's voice. It sounded so strange.

"Yes, sweetie, what is it?" she asked. "You don't sound like normal. Is everything all right?"

"I don't know. I don't feel good right now. I..." his voice trailed off.

"Jason, darling, is it your head?" she asked with growing concern.

"Yes. No. I mean... Mom, I can't think straight anymore," Jason said. There was a long pause and then Beth heard him crying.

"Jason? Jason? Can you hear me? Jason. Talk to me...tell me that you can hear me," his mother spoke firmly.

"I can hear you," she heard him reply through his sobs.

"Jason. I'll be right there. I'm getting on the next plane. Do you understand? I'll be there very soon," she told him.

The sobbing turned into softer sniffles. "That would be great mom. I don't know what's wrong. I need.... I mean, like I..." again, Jason stopped, unable to find the words to express himself.

"Jason," his mother broke in. Her voice had a firmness to it that he had not heard in a long time. "Everything is going to be ok. Now listen to me. I have to hang up now and arrange a flight. Do you understand? Good. Now, I want you to call your team doctor and tell him that you're not feeling well. Do you understand that? No, Jason. Not in the morning. Now. As soon as we hang up. Promise me you will do that. Good. Thank you. I'll call you in the morning and let you know when I'll be there, ok? I love you too, honey. More than anything. And I want you to be in good shape tomorrow—so call the doctor right now. Yes. That's right. Well, I sound like your damn mother because I am your damn mother. Now do as I say. Ok. I love you. I love you very, very much. Talk to you soon."

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"You're sure you will be ok?" he asked for what seemed like the 10,000th time.

"For the last time, dad, I'm going to be fine," Leah replied, exasperated, "I've lived on my own before."

Mark Rubin walked over to his daughter and hugged her.

"I know," he said, kissing her on the forehead. He pointed to the sky. "Your mother wants be sure that you'll be ok. We have to make sure that she gets the message too," he said with a wan smile.

"Well, please tell mom that I'm fine," Leah said. She smiled and added, "the next time you talk with her. Have a great trip."

Her dad smiled. "I'm actually looking forward to it. I haven't been back to Europe in a long time—and this could be very good for the business, too." He frowned. "But it's a long, time, Leah. That's the only reason I'm concerned about you. Please be careful. Please." Now that he had his daughter back, he couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

Leah rolled her eyes. "I can take care of myself. I promise," she told him sincerely. "You go and have a great time."

He hugged her. "I will. I think this will be good for both of us, Leah. Just be careful."

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The Lexus pulled up and the window lowered.

"Hey handsome, want a date?" called an attractive woman. Jason laughed and hopped in.

"Jeez. You got an amazing car this time," he said, feeling the luxurious seats. 

His mother laughed. "Upgrades, my dear boy, upgrades. I'm becoming a frequent traveler. Now tell me how to get to this doctor's office."

Once they were on the way they fell silent, lost in their own thoughts. As they passed the stadium, Beth turned to Jason and asked, "So how is Leah doing? Have you heard from her lately?" Jason squirmed awkwardly in her seat.

"Well...she's been pretty busy, so we haven't seen each other much," he lied. His mother could tell, but she said nothing.

At the doctor's office, Jason checked in and was whisked back immediately. On a hunch, Beth took out her phone and called Leah. There was no answer, but she left a message that she was in town and would love to see her.

After a couple of minutes the nurse came for Beth.

"Mrs. Miller?" Beth stood up. "Jason asked that you come back so you could get information for him." She moved closer and spoke softly, "The doctor thinks it would be a good idea, too. Jason is a little forgetful since his injury."

After the exam, the doctor left Jason to get dressed and took Beth into one of the consulting rooms.

"Mrs. Miller?" the doctor said, "Please take a seat. I'm so glad that Jason agreed that you should get his information." Beth frowned.

"Doctor, does he have brain damage?" she asked, concerned.

"No, no," he said hastily. "He's just having difficulty remembering things. It appears that Jason has something called PCD. Post-concessional disorder. This occurs occasionally after concussions.

"There are many symptoms—and they can come and go—but Jason's symptoms fit: fatigue, irritability, memory problems, problems tolerating emotional stress, sensitivity to alcohol and caffeine, changes in personality. There are others, of course, but these are the ones that are giving Jason the most problems. These should go away over time. The task at hand is to manage them until he recovers fully."

"What do we need to do?" Beth asked.

"First off, Jason should absolutely not drink alcohol, coffee or any caffeinated sodas. Second, he needs a supportive environment. Try to meet his emotional needs and to keep him calm. It's best if he doesn't get emotionally worked up. If he does get angry or upset try to get him calmed down again as quickly as possible."

Beth didn't know how to ask the question, but she knew that she needed to. She steeled herself.

"Doctor," she began, "what about, um, sexual activity?" Seeing the look on the doctor's face, Beth quickly explained, "He has a girlfriend and they...well..." her voice trailed off.

The doctor smiled. "Well, Jason is physically very fit. The main concern from the standpoint of PCD is emotional stress. A good, stable relationship would probably help keep him on an even keel. And, as you know, sex has a cathartic effect and can relieve stress and induce a sense of well-being. But no one-night stands or emotionally fraught relationships. Those are not good for him at this time."

He prescribed a sedative and an anti-depressant saying, "These should moderate the mood swings a bit. They should also help his concentration. Hopefully we will get him back on track in a week or so." Soon, Jason rejoined them and the doctor repeated the instructions for him. 

Jason was still a little wobbly from the tests that had been done, so Beth took his arm to steady him and they left the doctors office. Walking through the crowed lobby on the way back to the car, Jason suddenly put his arm around his mother and pulled her to him, giving her a deep kiss. Beth returned the kiss briefly, then pulled away. 

"Jason, sweetie, not here," she said softly. "We can't do that in public." He looked at her blankly. She patted his cheek and led him to the car. Fortunately no one had taken much notice.

Beth decided to change the subject. "So do you want some Mexican tonight?" she asked. When Jason nodded, she added, "Ok. Why don't you phone Leah and see if she wants to join us?" He hesitated, but realized there was no graceful way to avoid it. He pulled out his phone and hit "send."

Leah heard the barking dog ringtone as she was making dinner. She looked at her phone a long time. "Call from Jason" glowed brightly.

"Fuck you. Leave me alone," she said, tossing the phone under a pillow. It seemed that the dog barked for a long time.

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"No, Jason. I think that you should get some rest tonight, sweetie," Beth said firmly.

He glowered at her through narrowed eyes. "You never refused me before," he said, hurt. Beth crossed the hotel room and sat next to him on the sofa. She had secured a very nice suite in her usual hotel. It had a large sitting room with an elegant hardwood floor and a luxurious bedroom.

Stroking his hair gently, Beth said softly, "Jason darling, you know that I would love to be with you tonight. But I want you to get better. You need to rest, honey."

Jason looked at her. "Mom, I'm so...wound up that I feel like I'm going to explode. I'm going crazy...and..." he slumped, "I just NEED you right now. I really do." He was almost pleading.

Beth considered the situation carefully. What had the doctor said? Jason shouldn't get emotionally worked up—she should try to keep him calm He also did say that a normal sex life might help relax Jason. And he did look so tense...

She smiled and sighed, "All right, you win. You know that I can't resist you."

He pulled her to him and kissed her like he had been caged up for a year. Beth thought about trying to slow him down, but realized that her son was so tense that he needed release. As they kissed, she could tell that there was more than the need for sexual release. She could sense that he had a tremendous amount of pent-up anger and frustration.

As he kissed her, more urgently and roughly than usual, she decided that she was going to help him get the release he needed—in every way. The brief thought, "I hope he doesn't hurt me," flashed through her mind, but she knew her son. He needed this very badly, and he would never hurt his mother. Besides, she was totally committed to doing whatever her son needed to make him well.

She bit his neck playfully. "C'mon, stud," she teased, "you better get me while you got me. I might change my mind."

"Fuck that," Jason growled, pulling off her sweater. Beth reached around and unhooked her bra.

"Remember these?" she asked coquettishly, wiggling her tits in his face. When he hesitated, mesmerized by her amazing breasts, she added, "What's wrong little boy? Don't you know what to do with a set of tits?"

He didn't need to be asked twice. He immediately grabbed her breasts and began kneading firmly. As she began moaning, he continued kissing her and began working her nipples. 

"Stand up," she commanded suddenly, "I need to get your pants off." Jason complied and they stood facing each other.

She unfastened his pants, pulled them off, and took out his hard cock. As her son began to play with her nipples again, she spit on her hand and began to jack him off. As she did so, he pushed her back, hard, pinning her to the wall. There was no tenderness in either of their caresses, only urgent, raw desire.

"I need to fuck you right away," he growled.

"No. I want to blow you first," Beth teased. "You always last longer the second time and I can come more than once with you inside me that way," she said, lifting his shirt and licking his nipple. She looked him in the eye. 

"Besides, I love the taste of your cum," she said, sealing the deal. Jason knew that his mother could be very persuasive when she needed to be.

Her hand returned to his throbbing cock and she jacked him slowly, tantalizingly. As she made her slow, teasing strokes she kissed him, letting her tongue dance in his mouth. As they deepened the kiss, she gripped him more tightly and sped up her strokes.

"Ahh fuck, you teasing bitch," he growled, capitulating. "Get your head on my cock and take your mouthful. You're just going to get fucked harder." She looked into his eyes and saw a person she couldn't recognize—so angry. Fierce. She did not, however, slacken the pace of her teasing. She meant to have him so wild that he would completely lose control.




Massage Mat Ch. 08



"That's the plan, you motherfucker," she said, dropping to her knees, "I need to be hammered hard by a real man." She began running her tongue around the head of his cock. She took it in her mouth and started blowing him slowly, using her hand on his shaft and her lips on his head. 

"Ah fuck," he grunted, "you do that like a real whore. Suck it, bitch. Make me come."

Beth pulled her head away. "That's what you need, isn't it?" she teased, "you need a whore to use for a while?" Jason grabbed her hair and nodded, forcing her head back down onto his cock. She slapped his hand away, and looked up at him fiercely.

"It's not because you want to," she scolded, "It's because I say you're going to. So you're going to come in my mouth, asshole. And that's going to be the end of it. You're going to come when I make you do it." She saw a look of raw, animal lust in her son's eyes.

"And don't try to pull away from me," she warned, caressing his testicles. "I've got you by the balls."

With that prelude, it didn't take long. Beth blew him steadily, finding a good rhythm and continuing relentlessly. As she had told him, Jason quickly found that he had no ability to change what was happening to his throbbing cock. He was going to come when his mother told him to. And that was going to be that.

"Oh Jesus Christ, you whore," he grunted, "I'm ready to blow." She stopped sucking him and stood up. 

She looked him dead in the eyes and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? You said you needed to fuck me, right? Let's see if you can do me like a man."

The tease unleashed Jason's most ferocious instincts, and Beth was momentarily afraid that he might lose control and hurt her. He pounced on her like a wild animal, his massive erection flat against his belly. He had a wild, angry look in his eyes as he grabbed her and roughly tore at her belt. 

She was like a toy doll in his hands as he lifted her, ripped off her jeans, and threw her on the floor, banging her head hard. As she lay there, dazed, he tore off the rest of his clothes and leaped on her like an animal, rendering her completely helpless. 

His hands found the crotch of her panties and he ripped them away with one vicious tug. She knew she was being raped, except that she had done everything possible to provoke his lust. And she was loving every second of it.

He grabbed her legs and raised them. She didn't resist. Instead she continued teasing him.

"That's not a bad looking dick you got there, little boy. Your dick looks like it needs a nice hot pussy to fuck," she sneered, "You see any of those handy?"

"No, but I see a piece of trash laying here on the floor," he grunted. "Some little piece of garbage that needs to be taught a lesson."

Taking his swollen cock in his hand he pointed it where it counted. Beth looked deeply into his eyes. He paused, feeling himself being pulled into her in a way he had not experienced before. He was one with his mother. 

"Do it, baby," she whispered, "Fuck the shit out of me. As hard as you can. Get it all out of your system."

He saw his mother smiling up at him. Then he could only see the bitch again. That ended the eye gazing. He plunged in and began pounding her for all he was worth.

"Oh fuck yes," she grunted, "Harder. Fuck me like a man." He was picking up speed and pounding her against the hard floor. Beth whimpered as her strong, athletic son grabbed her arms and pinned her down, ravishing her lustily.

"Fuck you, bitch," he hissed into her ear as he pounded her hard. She knew that she would have bruises from this, but she knew that she wanted him to let go completely.

"Fuck you," she sneered, "I've been fucked harder by tampons. Is that all you got, little boy?" She leaned up and, with a wild look in her eyes, she bit his nipple.

"Fuck!" Jason yelled. Then his voice became a growl. "Goddammit. You motherfucking whore, I'll show you what happens when a whore doesn't know her place." He slapped her viciously across the face.

He pulled out and flipped her over like a toy, banging her face hard into the floor. She felt the blood flow from her mouth as her son lifted her hips and skewered her from behind. He gripped her hips firmly and worked her body back and forth on this prick like a flesh-and-blood sex doll.

"Harder, you soft son of a bitch," Beth grunted.

"If I'm a son of a bitch, that makes you the bitch," he yelled, slapping her ass as hard as he could. The pain seared through Beth.

"More. Harder. C'mon, Jason, be a fucking man. Fuck me like a man," his mother urged. Jason complied, slapping her and pulling her hair as he ravished her. Her ass was covered with red welts from his slaps.

"More. Don't stop," her voice was now just a hoarse whisper. Her son was indeed fucking her into submission.

"Can't fuckin stop," he moaned, "Oh God, I'm gonna fuckin' blow. Ahh...here it comes, bitch." With a few final, violent strokes he finished himself off in her pussy.

He pulled her hair as he let her go inside her, filling her to overflowing. Beth simply rode out the storm, glad to have survived. 

Completely spent physically and emotionally, Jason collapsed on top of her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly. As his semen oozed out of her he began to cry, finally finding peace through their embrace.

She turned to face him. "I love you more than you will ever know, Jason," she answered, kissing him and leaving a blotch of blood on his face. He saw the bruises on her face and the blood running from her mouth.

"Oh my God. Did I do that? I'm so sorry," he apologized.

"I think some teasing bitch got you worked up into a frenzy. I'll take it as a compliment," she said wiping the blood off of their faces. "But, Jason, let's get cleaned up. We need to talk."

Beth showered first, needing time to clean herself and to take care of her wounds. Jason showered, then joined her in the magnificent king bed. 

"Oh wow," he sighed, relaxing into the down comforter, "this bed is amazing."

"I know, right?" his mom answered. "I could get spoiled by this very easily," she purred, snuggling up close to Jason. He put his arm around her protectively. As he went to kiss her, he saw her face already puffy and bruised.

"Oh my God. I can't believe I did that to you. I'm really sorry," he blurted. Then he added softly, "I didn't mean to, I promise." His eyes filled with tears.

Beth kissed his nipple where she had bit him, snapping him out of his brief funk. "We're even," she said smiling. "I got a few nips in myself." She sat up and looked directly at Jason.

"Darling, you need to get some rest. You need sleep, and you need to try to stay calm. You were so angry and worked up you were like someone I didn't even know. You were like a raging animal. I didn't know how to help you except to try to help you get that out of your system," she paused, but Jason just looked at her. 

"Jason, we need to get you well," she continued. "You can't go on in this state for long. It's not good for you—and I know how much you want to get back to playing." Jason nodded. Beth kissed him.

"The doctor told me to make sure that you had a good, safe, quiet environment. Do you think you can get some rest in your room? If not, we'll get a hotel room for you until you're feeling better."

"I'll be fine in my room—now," Jason said, giving her a squeeze. Beth smiled up at him.

"That's good. I don't think I have another one of these in me," she said wearily. When she saw Jason smile, though, she knew that it had been worth the effort.

She took his hand. "And, Jason," she said, "we need to get in touch with Leah first thing in the morning. You're going to need someone to look after you. You know I have to go back home, and I'd feel better if she were around to take care of you."

Jason shook his head. "I'll try again, mom, but I don't know. I've left a lot of messages, but she doesn't call. Maybe you should try."

"Ok, darling, I'll try too," Beth said, concerned, "we'll figure it out in the morning."

In the morning they got Jason's prescriptions filled and got him settled comfortably in his own room. 

"Please, sweetie," Beth told him, "stay in for a few days. Just relax in your room...try to take it easy. The more you rest the sooner you'll be back to normal. The doctor said that rest and the pills would have you feeling a lot better in a week. Now, let's try to get in touch with Leah," said as Jason swallowed his first pill.

Jason was already dialing. He let her listen to the voice mail message. He needn't have bothered—Beth was already listening to it on her own phone.

Jason turned his phone off and climbed in bed. "I'm sleepy," he said thickly. Beth kissed him.

"Ok. Sweet dreams, my hockey hero. I need to catch my plane. I'll call you soon. Sleep well. I love you," she told him gently.

"iluvutoo," he whispered, already almost asleep.

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He heard the door open, and soft footsteps entered the room. She had come back. Just as he had prayed...had known...she would. He waited, eyes closed, as the footsteps padded softly over to the bed. The sheets rustled as she gently joined him. He felt at once that she was naked.

"Jason?" he heard his mother's voice whispering to him, "Jason. I am here for you. I have come for you." There was something in the way she said the last sentence that sent a chill through him. He opened his eyes.

A swirling blackness enveloped the bed, and an icy wind blew the sheets away. He looked at his mother. Her face was bruised, disfigured, and blood dripped from her mouth. Her eyes were red as though filled with blood. Her body looked desiccated and withered, except for her hands. Though bony and gnarled, they seemed viciously alive. Steely talons glinted in the hellish glow that seemed to suffuse the room.

"I have come for you," the voice repeated, "Yes, Jason, my love. My love eternal..." the thing emitted a cackling laugh as it extended its claws toward Jason. He grabbed one talon just before it penetrated his eye, and it took all of his strength to keep it away. It hovered, menacingly, just above his eye.

As he struggled, he felt the other talon wrap itself around his penis. The claws began to rip and tear at him, shredding his masculinity.

"Jason, I have come for you," the voice hissed. "You will be with me forever." 

He felt his strength giving out as the creature leaned forward to kiss him. As the she-devil opened his mouth the stench made him want to vomit. He tuned his face away, trying to escape, but the creature buried its fangs deeply into his neck.

He fought back fiercely, but his strength was waning. He saw blood running down his chest from the wound. A searing pain from his genitals reminded him of the work of the shredding claws. He looked down to see a fountain of blood erupt from his loins like a magnificent ejaculation, spurting high into the air, fountaining away his life. 

The claw buried itself into his eye, and he felt blood pour down his face. Just before the devil ripped out his other eye, he saw the creature itself erupt in a geyser of blood and putrid filth, spattering itself over him and the bed as it sent its corruption in every direction...

Blackness.

"Jason?" he heard the voice again. He started, violently, surprised to be alive but willing to continue the fight. Soft hands, human hands, gently pressed him back. "No Jason," the voice came softly. You're...safe. The evil is gone." He tried to open his eyes but couldn't. Then he remembered. He no longer had eyes.

He felt a kiss on his forehead. "Yes, darling Jason, you can't see me," the voice answered his thoughts.

"Mom?" he called.

"No. I am not your mother," the voice replied.

"Then who are you?" he asked.

"I am what you seek," the voice said simply, "I have no name...no reality for you because you are too blind to see me. But that does not mean that I love you any less." As the voice spoke, Jason could feel that he was being cleaned, healed.

"Please, whoever you are...can you heal my eyes? I want to see who you are," Jason pleaded. There was a pause.

"I can heal your body, Jason, but only you can heal your eyes," the voice replied. "Sleep now. Rest..." 

Jason awoke, sweating. The bedclothes were strewn around the room as though there had been a struggle. He recalled his dream.

"Holy fuck, that was the nightmare from Hell for real," he thought. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. Same as always...but he felt so different inside.

"What the hell is going on?" he muttered out loud. He continued to splash water on his face, then thought of a shower. He undressed, turned the cold water on full force and stepped in.

The icy blast jarred him, jolting him back to reality. As he stood under the needle-like spray, he continued to ponder his dream. It had to mean something. Surely a dream like that meant something. He knew that people could read dreams...maybe that's what he needed. He turned the shower to a more normal temperature and washed. 

He changed clothes and re-made the bed, feeling better all the time. He realized that he must be due for another pill. He looked at his phone. 3:28 AM. And three missed calls from Leah. Well. 

He resisted the urge to phone her right then. First things first. Better take the pill, then figure out the dream, he told himself. Besides, it was three in the morning, and she probably just wanted to tell him again how stupid he was. Yeah. That could wait.

Swallowing a pill, he started to Google around on his phone. "Dream analysis" didn't do much, but "dream interpretation" got some good results. He found one site that didn't seem to be completely about getting a credit card number and started reading. It was a lot of psycho-babble without much meaning to him, until he read:

"Dreams tell us what our subconscious wants us to know. They are the way we communicate with our subconscious." 

At the advice of the athletic department, Jason was taking "Intro to Psychology." The prof was a big booster of athletics, so he let a lot slide with athletes. In spite of the laxity, Jason had managed to learn something, and as he read, he began to understand.

"Ok," he thought, "so what is my subconscious telling me?" He sat on his bed and took his pills. Scratching his head, he tried to recall the dream in detail.

So his mom came back. He really wanted her to come back—God he wanted to fuck her senseless again. That had been fucking awesome! 

"No, that's not getting anywhere," he told himself. Focus! 

But it wasn't his mom. The talons. The...it was...no. That couldn't be his mother. Well, he'd come back to that. 

So then the devil exploded and someone else—she was like an angel he thought—came in and helped him. That was his mom, of course. The angel.

But who was the devil? Leah? That didn't make sense. He didn't want her to come back. That castrating bitch.

Or did he? She was really hot. So maybe he just wanted to...with Leah at first. Yes. That was it. He wanted her, but she's a cesspool of filth—trying to shred his manhood.

But why couldn't he see his mother? He knew who she was. But the angel told him that he couldn't see her...he was too blind to see... 

What couldn't he see? He wracked his brain. "What can't I see?" he kept asking himself. He remembered. The angel had said, "I am not your mother."

And then he saw. And he began crying.

No. It wasn't possible. But it all made sense. It just...but what if...what if he had it backwards?

His mother? Could she be a devil? He wanted her to come back, and she did...but she...no...it. It was evil. It wasn't his mother. But maybe it was...could she...

Jason sobbed.

Then the angel. He was too blind to see...who really loved him? That's what Leah had been trying to tell him when they fought. She had said, "You can't see..." 

Was she right? Could he see...what? Could he see what was in her heart? Could he see what was in his mother's heart?

He began to cry harder. Could he see what was in HIS heart?

Jason wailed. Yes, he could. 

Yes. 

He did. 

"I love you," he cried, "Oh God, I do love you." Sobbing uncontrollably, he kept repeating, "I love you so much."

The pills began to take effect. As he relaxed, he allowed himself to feel emotions that he had long denied. He began to understand why he was so happy when she was with him, and why he had been so excited to see that she had called. 

He fumbled for his phone, but couldn't stay awake any longer.

"Leah...," he thought, as he fell asleep. His phone tumbled to the floor.

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Beth fidgeted as the plane taxied to the gate. She hated leaving Jason when he needed help, but something told her that she had done all that she could. The rest had to be up to him. She took out her makeup mirror and checked her face. Good. The swelling was going down. She prayed that her amateur attempt at psychiatric care had actually done some good...beyond getting both her and her son the physical release they needed.

Her thoughts turned to Leah. "I hope she's ok," she thought. "Jason is going to need her to get through this." Then she paused. "And she's going to need him," she added to herself.

As soon as she was in the airport, she powered up her phone and called Jason. No answer. Well, she thought, he's probably asleep. He'd had rough couple of days. She decided that she's wait until the morning. If she hadn't heard by then, she'd try to get him help.

Sure enough, when she phoned the next day, he sounded better.

"Mom?" he had said, "Thanks again for coming. I feel a lot better."

"I'm glad, honey," she replied, "Just remember to take it easy. Try not to get too worked up emotionally. Everything is going to work out for the best."

"I know, mom." For the first time in a very long time, she heard him sound really settled. Just like he used to. "I've just got to hang in for a little bit longer. But things are getting better since you came here. That really helped."

Beth's heart leaped. "Jason, that's the nicest thing you could have said. Thank you."

"Mom, I mean it," he broke in. "I'm going to be ok. I think I understand what you've been trying to tell me for a while now."

Beth smiled. "Have you talked with Leah?" she asked. 

"No," Jason replied softly. "I haven't heard from her. But I'm going to keep trying," he added quickly.

"Well, you do that. She's quite a girl, Jason. Quite a girl. Girls like that don't grow on trees, you know," his mother admonished. 

"Well, whatever tree she's from there's at least one more," he told her. "You." He paused. "You know," he continued, "dad was a really lucky guy. I hope he knew how special you are."

Beth smiled. "Jason, I think he did. We were very happy together when he was healthy. And now I'm the lucky one." She paused, considering how to say what she meant.

"Jason, darling. My beloved Jason," she began, "your love...I mean the love and sex with you...brought me back to life after your father died. I'm alive now. Very much alive." She felt tears welling in her eyes as she continued. "I want you to live, too. I want to help heal you as you healed me." She paused. "Oh, Jason, I want you to be happy every day of your life. I want you to be loved every day of your life."

"Mom, you have given me so many gifts," Jason said, "I can never repay you."

"That's what mothers do, Jason," Beth said, simply. "That's the gig. Repay me by being happy, and by having a big, happy, healthy family with a wonderful woman. Ok?"

They both were smiling—with tears running down their faces—when they hung up.

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Out of the blue, she remembered how Angie had said, "just call if you decide you want to return," and on an impulse, she did. She somehow knew that Angie would help her find peace.




Massage Mat Ch. 08



"Hey. I was just thinking about you," Angie's sunny voice made Beth smile, "I mean, you can come over now if you want—I don't have anything scheduled today. Or we could find another time if you want."

"I'll be there as soon as I can," Beth said.

An hour later, she eagerly rapped on Angie's door and entered. Angie was waiting for her and welcomed her with a big hug.

"I'm delighted that you decided to return," Angie whispered to her mid-hug.

"Wild horses couldn't have kept away," replied Beth, squeezing her hard. Angie finally extracted herself.

"My God, Beth. What happened?" she asked, lightly touching Beth's bruised face.

Beth smiled. "I was performing an errand of mercy," she said softly, "And I'm a little beat up. I could use some TLC."

"Ok," she said, "let's go back and get you ready," Angie said as she gently caressed Beth's battered face.

The sanctuary was as immaculately prepared as before, and Beth again felt the sense of peace and relaxation that came over her the first time. "I think you can go ahead and get ready," Angie said gently, "Face up, just like last time. I'll be back in a second."

Beth undressed and got under the covers. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, feeling herself relax into the bed. Soon, a light tap on the door announced Angie's return. Angie came over to Beth and smiled down at her. She placed her hand on Beth's heart and bowed.

"Welcome, Beth," she began, "I am again honored to have you with me." As before, Beth marveled at the change from a bouncy, carefree girl to deeply spiritual being. She couldn't decide which part of Angie she liked the best. Both were uniquely attractive to her. 

Angie closed her eyes and ran her hands over Beth's body under the covers. As she did so, Beth felt calmed—as though the cares and anxieties of her life were being drawn out of her body. She looked at Angie, and was surprised to see tears running down her cheeks.

Angie opened her eyes and looked at Beth, gazing deeply into her eyes. Beth instantly felt a union with Angie. Unafraid, she gazed back and the union deepened.. Suddenly, Angie closed her eyes and stepped back.

"Beth," whispered Angie bringing her hands together as if in prayer, "we must talk. I...I can't proceed with your massage right now. I am sorry. Relax here for just a moment and I'll return." She quickly walked out of the room, leaving Beth puzzled and a bit hurt.

She returned in a moment with a luxurious, deep blue robe. She simply held it out to Beth, who got up and put it on.

"Let's go sit by the windows and talk," Angie said in her request/command tone. Beth, as always, obeyed and sat in one of the rich, red leather chairs. Angie took a chair next to her, looking out at the hills. A gentle breeze stirred the wildflowers as clouds gathered.

"There may be a storm," Angie observed looking directly at Beth. Then they sat in silence for some time. Finally Angie spoke.

"Beth, you may have come to understand that I can...sense things in people," Angie began. Beth nodded. "I don't understand how it happens, but I have learned to trust this sense. It is profoundly sensitive to aspects of people that typically can only be learned over a long time." 

Beth turned slightly in her chair and looked at Angie. Her eyes were closed and her hands were tightly clasped together as though she were praying intently.

"I've always felt that you could see into my heart," Beth said simply. Inexplicably, she felt tears running down her face. She realized that Angie was very sad. Sitting up with a start, she reached over and rested her hand on Angie. "Oh goodness Angie, what's wrong? You're so sad." Angie opened her eyes and looked at Beth. 

"I thought so," she said softly, "You too."

"Me too...what?" Beth asked, bewildered, "I don't understand."

"You have this sense too. Or something like it," Angie said simply. "I...I could tell the last time we connected."

"I...me?" Beth stammered. "What does that mean?" she asked finally.

"It means that you have a gift. And a responsibility," Angie answered. She left her chair and knelt before Beth, taking both of her hands and holding them tightly. Taking a deep breath, she began again.

"I sense a deep pain...a conflict...within you, Beth. It is agonizing, is it not?" she asked, knowing the answer. Beth looked at her and smiled.

"Angie, I'm not sure that I understand what you're talking about. I feel good," Beth said gently.

"A lie is a poor way to begin a..." Angie searched for words, "...a friendship, don't you think?" Beth looked at her blankly.

"A lie?" she asked.

"You're lying, Beth. There is a wound...a deep wound. Would you like to tell me about it, or would you like me to tell you what it is?" Angie's voice had become harder...not angry, but there was a definite firmness behind her words.

"Wound...a deep wound?" Beth asked, playing for time. Angie shook her head.

"Ok. Enough playing dumb," she spat out, exasperated. She squeezed Beth's hands tightly and looked into her eyes. Angie spoke firmly and slowly.

"Stop having sex with your son. It will destroy both of your souls," she said earnestly, "I can already sense a blackness in you where there should be light. It will only get worse."

As she spoke, Beth's eyes got wide and her mouth fell open.

"I see you've been talking with Lori," Beth said bitterly, "So much for my friend's promises."

"Beth, I assure you...I swear to you...that I have not spoken with Lori about this, or about anything. I haven't spoken to her in quite some time. You think that you are keeping a dark secret, but it is written all over your being. In time it will etch the surface of who you are more deeply, but it is there right now. The cancer is there even if the tumor isn't apparent to the naked eye yet."

"You just have x-ray vision," Beth said with a mirthless chuckle, "Like Superman. Well, Superwoman, I guess."

"You can call it x-ray vision for the soul," Angie replied. She cocked her head and looked at Beth. "You don't seem too upset at this revelation," she continued, "I thought that you'd be more upset."

"I'm getting good at being 'outed' I guess," Beth sighed ruefully. She closed her eyes and cried silently, pulling her hands away from Angie and covering her face. Angie sat on the arm of the chair and put her arms around Beth.

"I told you before that you have a special soul...that you must take care of it," whispered Angie. Beth nodded. "This is what I meant." Beth nodded again.

"You're right, of course," she found herself saying, "But I do want Jason to find his own path. I really do. I know this can't go on much longer." Beth began crying. "But Angie, it's going to be so lonely without him," she concluded through her tears.

"Oh. His name is Jason. That is a beautiful name...so strong," Angie said simply, "I wondered what he was called." Beth stared at her.

"You didn't know his name?" she asked, astonished?

"No. How could I? We never spoke about him," Angie answered.

"But you can read my thoughts..." Beth began.

"No I can't. I'm not telepathic, unfortunately," Angie chuckled, "I can only sense feelings and desires." She paused. "But I'm really good at that," she added quickly as though she were explaining away some gross deficiency. 

"So you can't tell me what will happen to Jason?" Beth asked.

"No, I can't see into the future. But you can, Beth. Tell me what would happen to Jason if he stays locked in a love affair with you."

In that moment, Beth was forced to confront many things that she had tried to avoid. "He will be destroyed," she said finally.

"And you?" Angie asked, relentlessly.

"Me too. I would kill myself if that happened," Beth said softly. "I mean it."

Angie took Beth's face in her hands. "I know you do," she began with great intensity, "so...please choose the light rather than the darkness. The moon is beautiful but deadly. Seek out the sun."

Beth began to cry. Angie held her, knowing what was in her heart without needing to be told. After a time, Beth began to relax.

"I can't offer to massage you any more," Angie said simply.

"I understand. You can't massage a black hole," Beth replied, "Another damnation of my soul."

"No. It has nothing to do with that," Angie said simply, "It's just that you and I...we connect on a deep level. Do you sense that?

"Oh God yes," said Beth. She instinctively hugged Angie closer. "Oh sweet, merciful God...yes, yes, yes, I do. Angie, I need...I...need that connection."

"I do too, Beth," Angie said softly, "I do too."

"But then why don't you want to see me any more?" cried Beth.

"Excuse me? I didn't say that I wanted to stop seeing you. I said that I couldn't offer to massage you anymore. I can't schedule an appointment and take money for this...with you. It would need to be freely given and received."

"But how can you...I mean...like Lori..."

"Lori? She is a child," Angie cut her off. "Emotionally speaking, I mean. She needs an outlet for energies that are not expended in her marriage. And she seeks growth. So what does one do with a hyperactive child? One gives them...an educational toy."

"What?" Beth asked, not comprehending.

"I am an educational toy," Angie replied simply. "For my massage clients, I am a toy. A plaything." She paused and smiled at Beth. "But in spite of themselves, they grow through knowing me. That's the sneaky part." She paused again. "Not to toot my own horn, but my therapy seems to have had some effect on you, I have to say," she concluded with a smile.

Beth nodded. "Point taken. But don't you feel used?" she asked.

"This is my calling. Or was, I think," Angie said simply.

"Was?" Beth asked. This was moving far too quickly for her.

"I think my life changed profoundly when you walked in my door," Angie said, looking directly at Beth.

Beth glanced out the windows. The clouds had gone, leaving a clear, late-afternoon sky.

"It's beautiful here," Beth sighed, "I've thought that ever since I first came here."

"Then why not stay for a while?" Angie asked. 

She didn't have to ask twice. They stayed together, holding hands, saying nothing. Suddenly, Angie hopped up like an animated pixie and scampered into the kitchen. Beth heard cupboards being opened and the clinking of glasses.

"You're lucky that I had some Pinot Noir left, I usually drink Sauvignon Blanc," Angie called from the kitchen. She returned carrying two wine glasses.

"How did you know that I..." Beth began. She stopped when she saw Angie's "are you really that fucking stupid" look. Beth just smiled and shook her head.

"I know, I know," she said waving her hand in mock surrender. "You could sense what I desired. That 's just what you do."

"I really am good at this. It's sort of a gift," Angie repeated. "Sometimes I forget that everyone can't do it. It's embarrassing sometimes. I...with you, I mean..." her voice trailed off.

Beth looked up at Angie, who was flushed crimson. Beth blushed too.

"Oh my God, do you mean that you can tell...?" Beth asked, mortified. Angie smiled and nodded.

"Yes I can, Beth. And yes, I would. I would like that very much," Angie said softly, "But perhaps you should take the first step."

Beth thought for a moment—just a moment. Then she went to Angie and took the wine glasses, putting them on the table. 

"Talk about unspoken understandings," she sighed, taking Angie in her arms.

"Then stop speaking and get on with it," muttered Angie as Beth's lips found hers. Several minutes later, they paused. Angie led Beth to the sofa.

"Beth, you need to know that I am not a very sexual person," Angie said. "Obviously, I bond closely with women...with you in particular," she added as Beth smiled, "but for me there is not as strong a desire for sex as with..." She gave her gentle, beautiful smile and Beth's heart lit up. "Shall we say as with others in the room at the present time?" Beth laughed.

"I don't know why I'm saying this," Beth said, surprised at herself, "but I really don't care." She paused. "I just want...is 'need' the right word? I don't know. But whatever the word is, I feel it about you. Can you understand that?"

Angie nodded. "I understood that the moment you walked in," she said. "You really like my house. And me." She blushed. "It's a little embarrassing to know someone is having those feelings when they think you don't know," she added shyly.

"Those feelings only seem to be stronger now," Angie continued. "And...it seems to me that your desire for bonding and understanding is even stronger than for physical connections. At least that what I felt when you walked in here today. You weren't necessarily looking for the experience we shared last time."

"Angie," Beth said softly, "I've had a difficult time, and I knew that being close to you would help me feel better. I love being close to you. It's like being in a very warm, beautiful, safe place. At peace. Is that what love is?" She looked at Angie. "I don't think I really know what love is," she concluded sadly. "I don't think I've ever really been in love."

"Let me tell you what I think," Angie said softly, taking Beth in her arms. A long while later they were entwined more closely. Beth kissed Angie for the umpteenth time.

"I think you are very wise, my love," Beth sighed.

Beth kissed Angie again, more deeply, wanting to give her entire soul to the other woman. Her partner. Angie accepted her completely. They parted and Angie gazed at Beth, sensing. She just smiled and nodded.

"Well. Now that we have that settled, what shall we do?" asked Angie.

"I would like to sit and watch the sunset together," said Beth softly, "with you."

Angie settled back and opened her arms. Beth accepted the invitation, and nestled into Angie's embrace. They cuddled together, watching the colors deepen as night fell. 

As the last light filtered through the room, Beth lifted her head and gazed into Angie's eyes, beginning to draw her in...into her own special world. Angie's eyes narrowed, resisting...afraid. 

"I'm not very good at the physical part," Angie said cautioningly.

"Then maybe I have something to contribute to our relationship, too," Beth suggested. "I hope this is going to be a two-way street. I'd like it to last a long time. A very long time."

"Goddamnit. If you make me cry, none of this will work. I can't make eye contact through tears," Angie muttered. Then her eyes cleared. They yielded, softened, connected with Beth's, and their souls began to merge. Just before they lost themselves in each other Angie spoke again.

"Hey, I thought you wanted to watch the sunset," she whispered, "Do I look like the sun?"

"Yes. You do," replied Beth, and they went to a very special place. Together.

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The kiss was long and deep. A tongue gently entered her mouth, softly probing...like a butterfly, she thought...a soft, gentle butterfly. She met it with her own tongue. Fluttering.

The contact was electric. The butterflies flitted together then began dancing. A mating dance. One fluttered away...the other danced after it, twirling, swirling...now it fluttered up and a flash of electric sparks erupted. She felt her nipples become erect. She began to realize that she wanted more...deeper...but butterflies continued to dance in the air, only inflaming her desire. The flight came to a soft landing as they came up for air.

"Well, what do you think?" Meg asked.

"Wow. That isn't what I expected at all," Leah replied.

"Me neither, " Meg said huskily as she moved in for the kill. Leah resisted briefly, then surrendered...losing herself...remembering...

Without Jason, she had felt very alone. She couldn't bear to sit alone in her father's house, but not really having anywhere to go, she headed over to the Coffee Spot. She sat alone in the familiar booth and got some hot chocolate. Just having a chance to sit and get warm made her feel better.

Her phone buzzed.

"Hey, Number 11, are you ready to pay up?" Meg greeted her cheerily. "You still owe me five minutes of kissing. You can't put me off forever, you know. I'm going to start charging interest." 

"What the hell. Sure, I'm ready," Leah said. It would at least get her mind off her fucked up life for a while.

"Ok. I think you should come to my place...unless you want me to come to yours," Meg said.

"No. Christ, no," Leah said hastily. "That's all I'd need. For someone to see the biggest dyke on campus heading to my house," she added.

"Ok then, you come to me," Meg said gleefully. "Oh wait, you don't have a car, do you?" 

"No," Leah told her.

"Ok I'll come get you, then I can take you back home. Where? The Coffee Spot? Ok, I'll be there in 20 minutes." She was there in eight.

It was a long drive out Route 47. "I know," Meg said, "It's kind of a long way, but the scenery out here is beautiful, and I got this cute little cottage dirt cheap. It's just over this next big hill."

It was an adorable little house that must have dated back to the 1800s. It had been modernized into a cozy little two-bedroom hideaway. Meg invited her in and lit some candles.

"Hey," Leah said, "I'm not staying long, right? Our deal was for five minutes."

"I know," Meg told her. She looked directly at Leah. "Look. I know that you're doing this under protest, but I want you to have...I would like you to be able to enjoy it too."

Leah saw that Meg was really trying to be nice. She relented.

"Ok," she smiled, "make with the candlelight. I'm a romantic at heart."

"I know," chuckled Meg, "I've known that for a long time."

Two glasses of wine later, Meg moved next to Leah and put her arm around her.

"Ready?" she asked.

"What the fuck," Leah sighed, tossing her hair back. "Do it."

Five minutes later, the timer beeped, but neither girl cared. Meg had lost control of herself from the first. It took a bit longer, but Leah had quickly succumbed to the combination of overwrought emotions, wine and Meg's expert lovemaking.

Now, Meg was licking Leah's nipples, quickly driving her past the point of no return. Sensing that she was ready, Meg expertly unfastened her jeans and slid them down, taking the underwear with them. She had years of practice seducing girls.

Leah looked down just in time to see Meg's face move into position between her thighs. As the tongue began its expert work, she felt herself rapidly losing control, astonished as how quickly she was... 

An orgasm flashed through her. It was different that usual. A quick zing. Like a rock skipping over a pond. A minute later, the rock skipped again. Shallow, but quickly they came, spread apart at first, but then closer together in a seemingly unending cascade of pleasure. Leah's body bucked and jerked as the orgasms jolted through her.

Finally, exhausted, she pushed Meg's head away. "Ok. Uncle. I can't take any more," she sighed. Meg cuddled up to her. Leah closed her eyes, trying to make sense of the situation.

"That motherfucker," she thought as Jason filled her mind. "None of this makes any sense. I should be with him. I love his stupid ass, but he's a mess. And I've just had two dozen orgasms with a dyke that I don't really like."

"How do I get myself in these situations?" she asked herself for what seemed like the 10,000th time.

By now, Meg was humping against Leah's leg. Her intense desire had blotted all else out of her mind. She continued to kiss Leah while she rode harder and faster. Her eyes flashed with desire and her lips were pulled back in concentration. 

Leah wasn't into this, but she did want to do right by Meg. She offered her leg, pressing it more firmly into the other woman's groin.

"Oh God, Leah. Oh God Oh God Oh God," Meg cried out as she climaxed. She held Leah close until she had finished, then she fell back, spent. "Leah...I love..." she began




Massage Mat Ch. 08



"Meg, don't...I can't..." Leah stammered, interrupting her.

"Leah, I love you," Meg cried out, embracing her once again. "Can't you see how much I love you? You are...perfect...we're just so perfect together...this is one of those things that is just meant to be...surely you can see that, can't you?" Leah worked herself free from Meg's embrace and sat back. She took a minute to collect herself then looked directly at Meg. 

"Meg, you are so wrapped up in yourself that you can't hear what I'm saying—so I'll try this once more, and then give up," she began. "Yes. I enjoyed kissing...and more...with you. But I don't feel what you think I feel. I don't have the same kind of feelings for you that you do for me. You're a great friend and I like hanging out with you, but that's it. I don't love you the way I love Jas... " she caught herself. "Oh, fuck. I don't love you the way you love me," she added quickly. "I'm sorry because I know this hurts, but that's the truth."

Meg looked at her with the saddest look. "She's so sad," Leah thought to herself. She wanted to go and comfort Meg, but realized that would only make matters more complicated. She got up and dressed quickly. Picking up her jacket, she headed for the door.

"Then get out of here and don't come back. Ever," said Meg in a quivering voice, "It's so painful for me, Leah. It hurts so much."

"Bye, Meg."

"Goodbye, number 11."

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Leah put on her windbreaker and headed outside, just thankful to be away from yet another gut-wrenching scene. The sun had gone down and it was cold and windy. Her light jacket wasn't much help against the wind, and she knew it was almost 10 miles back to her house. She wasn't about to go back and ask Meg for a ride, though. 

"You can do anything if you put your mind to it," she reminded herself. Well, she thought ruefully, look where that philosophy had got her so far.

She started walking along the dark, deserted highway. She checked her phone. It glowed comfortingly. 10:23 PM. It would be about two hours' walk at a good clip, and with luck she'd be safely tucked in her own warm bed by 1 AM. She walked faster.

After a half hour or so the wind picked up and a cold, steady rain began pelting down. She was quickly soaked to the skin and her wet jacket gave her no protection from the merciless wind. She had reached the open valley and it was so dark that she could barely see the road she was walking on. Animals howled menacingly in the distance.

Leah began to shiver uncontrollably. She began to sob, angry with herself, angry with Meg, angry with her father, and angry with Jas... 

"Why can't I just be normal?" she cried into the unheeding wind. "I just want to be normal. I just want to love..." She began to run, screaming with frustration. "I want to be normal," she shouted over and over.

In a few minutes, she was exhausted. She stopped, knowing that she would never make it back if she didn't get a grip on herself. She took out her phone again. 11:07. Well, she had probably covered a couple of miles during her run. She continued on, holding her phone. The road stretched ahead endlessly. Well, fuck them all, she thought.

She walked, determined to show them all that she didn't need them. She could do it herself. She could do anything if she put her mind to it. Of course she could. But this. Out here? She was so alone in this hostile world. She felt very small and fragile.

She thought of calling her father to come help her...then she remembered that he was in Europe. What a shame, she thought, just when we were getting things straightened out between us, it all has to end.

She looked at her phone again. 11:41. Her fingers were wrinkled from the rain and numb with cold. She was shivering constantly. For the first time, she became afraid that she might die before she reached safety. She thought of joining her mother in heaven, and she began to cry.

"Mom, I'm so scared," she cried out loud, "I'm so...lost. I don't know what to do. Help me please. Please, God, help me."

Before she could think, she found herself fiddling with her phone again. As though she were watching from a distance, she saw Jason's number appear. She watched her finger press "call." How silly, she thought to herself. And useless. He won't answer. He never...

He answered on the second ring.

"Leah?" she heard his voice. It sounded so...normal. She began crying again. "Leah? Are you there?" she heard again.

"Yes," she found herself saying, her voice quivering, "I'm here. I could use a little help."

"Are you ok?" Jason asked, suddenly concerned.

"Yes, of course...well, sort of. No, actually, I'm not ok," she finally answered truthfully, "I'm stuck here on Route 47 about 5 miles from town and I have to walk back and it's raining and fucking freezing. Jason, I'm so cold I don't know if I can make it all the way back...help me please help me..." she rambled on, finally dissolving into sobs.

"Leah, listen to me," Jason said firmly, "You can do this. You know you can do this. You just have keep going. You know, get knocked on your ass, get up and keep fighting. You've just got to stay in the game and keep fighting." She sniffled.

"Stay in the game?" she asked bitterly, "What for? I want...it doesn't matter what I want. I'm so sick of my sick life...Jason, I just want to be normal...I...fuck...I can't talk to you about this." She heard a scuffling sound on the other end of the phone. "What was that?" she asked.

"I fell," Jason replied, "Fucking banged my knee pretty good too. Goddamn. Anyway, Leah, yes you can. You can talk to me about anything. And by the way, you're not the only one who wishes they had a normal life, you know? Some other people have fucking messed up lives too."

"Yeah, but they like their fucked up lives. I hate mine. I want to die, Jason...I want to be with my mom...at peace. And so why am I trying to save my sorry ass walking through this goddamn freezing monsoon? Huh? So I can spend the rest of my life crying? You...you motherfucker..." she sobbed, then stopped herself. "Jason, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that like... Oh, Christ. I can't even swear at you like normal. Goddamn you to hell." She heard a splash.

"Motherfucker. Well, that about hits the nail on the head, doesn't it?" Jason replied ruefully, "There's nothing like fucking your mother to screw up every chance of having a decent life, is there?"

"Yeah there is," Leah replied bitterly, "Try fucking your father sometime. It's just as genius a way to fuck up your life."

"We are sure a couple of twisted losers aren't we?" Jason asked bitterly. "By the way, where are you?"

"Where am I?" she shouted into the phone. "Where the fuck do you think I am? I'm on the goddamn highway. I'm fucking lost and freezing to death."

"But where?" Jason persisted.

"How the fuck do I know?" came the withering reply, "I can't even see my fucking feet, much less anything around me."

"Try to pick out a landmark if you can," Jason said calmly. "By the way, you're swearing a lot again." In spite of herself, Leah laughed.

"Yeah, I think this is another one of my unladylike moments. Sorry." There was a pause. "You know, I always feel better when I talk to you," she added.

"Better be careful there...you don't want to get too...em...er...th...cause..."

"Jason? You're breaking up. Jason?" Leah cried frantically. There was a beep and she got the "Call was lost" message. She called him back several times, but there was just a click then his voicemail. "Goddamn you, answer," she pleaded, "Please, please, answer." She was crying again, "Please," she said softly.

She felt even more alone now. She kept walking, but the wind and rain were remorseless and she quickly lost the courage she had gained talking to Jason. She continued on and on through the unceasing rain and wind. She at least wanted to see Jason one more time before...

She again became aware of the howling animals. They seemed to be coming closer. In the dark she could see nothing; she could only hear the howling and baying of the predators. Sensing one sneaking up behind her, she kicked her foot out viciously. Nothing. She kicked in another direction. Again, nothing. Where are they? she wondered. She could feel them closing in around her.

Suddenly a dog began barking. It was right next to her, close and terrifying. In the darkness, it sounded vicious, deadly. She raised her hand to strike out.

And realized that it was her phone...Jason's ringtone. The dog barking. She answered it eagerly. "Jason?" she cried out.

"Sorry about that. I hit a dead spot," he apologized. Leah took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Don't let that happen again, or I'll get mad at you," Leah quipped.

"Shit. We can't let that happen," Jason panted, "You might tell me to go fuck my mother or something like that."

"Jason, I..." Leah suddenly felt the urge to apologize.

"I know," he interrupted, "Neither one of us was in very good form, but I was a complete dick." He paused. "Leah, I'm really sorry for what I said. And I don't think you need to apologize for standing up for yourself. What do you say we just give each other a 'get out of jail free' card on that one?"

"I'd like that," Leah said softly. 

"OK. It's a deal," Jason said simply. How was he able to make complicated things seem so simple? she wondered. 

"Besides if you told me to fuck my mother, you never know what might happen," he added mirthlessly.

"Jason, that's not even funny," Leah said.

"No it's not, but it's true, unfortunately," he added. "By the way, can you see any landmarks yet?"

"No, nothing really. Wait. I think I see a gas station up ahead. That's good, it's a sign of civilization," she said.

"Is it a BP station?" Jason asked.

"Yes, how did you know that?" Leah replied, baffled. She stopped.

"Well, can you see anything else?" he asked.

"No, there isn't anything...wait a minute..." Leah began sobbing again. "I mean, there's some idiot standing out in the rain waving his fucking arms at me...did you mean anything else besides that? Oh fuck you, Jason Miller ice hockey."

She ran to him as fast as her legs would carry her. She hit him at full speed, wrapping her arms tightly around him. The contact was harder than he had ever been hit in a game, but he relished every tooth-rattling, bone-crunching millisecond of it. Quite a girl.

He grabbed her and squeezed her. Hard. For one instant they looked into each other's eyes, then they kissed. It felt like the first time. And it felt like they had done it all their lives. After a long time, Leah pulled away.

"Fuck you. I want to be normal. I want to love you forever, Jason Miller ice hockey," she cried, "And I want you to love me." Jason began crying.

"I want to be normal, too," he said, "And I want to love you forever, Leah Rubin women's lacrosse. And I want to make 10,000 Jewish babies with you." Leah kissed him, then pulled away again.

"We can't do that," she said suddenly.

"Why not?" he asked, crushed.

"Because our kids will only by half Jewish. You're pretty solidly Goyim, you know," Leah said with a giggle.

"No problem. We'll just need to make 20,000 of them to compensate," Jason replied whimsically. Leah's brow furrowed as she considered that. 

"We'd better get started, then," she said simply. "Let's hurry back."

Jason took her hand, but they didn't hurry. They just walked back. Together.



Massage Mat Ch. 09



This has been a long time coming, but the Massage Mat characters finally came back to life and started talking to me. This time they gave me a problem in geometry: how to turn a triangle into a circle.

Our beloved characters do their best to solve the problem in very non-mathematical ways and, as always, manage to have fun in the process.

You'll understand this part of the story much better if you read the preceding parts, but hopefully it will work on its own.

As with several of my latest stories, this is more of a story with some sex scenes-if you're looking for the "good parts" they're mostly near the end. 

This may be the last installment of this series-—I think it gets everyone to some kind of closure. But I do have some more ideas for the characters. We'll see if this continues on, or if they get their own stories in the future.

In any case, I hope you enjoy this one—and as always, come hard!

Kate

*****

He ran his fingers though the soft, blonde hair, feeling the rising and falling of her head as she slowly moved up and down. Her graceful hand stroked his chest then slowly moved downward, finally wrapping itself firmly around his erection. He studied her hand. It was fresh and clean—pure. He saw her neatly trimmed nails with no polish and no adornment save the one ring. 

His eyes moved to her face, and he smiled. No makeup, no fancy hairstyle. Her hand and face were the perfect metaphor for the woman they belonged to: a fresh, natural person whose love for him was pure, unconditional and absolute.

In the dim morning light, he saw the gold of her wedding ring gleam softly as her hand gripped him more firmly, ending his romantic reverie. There was no denying who was the pilot for this flight—he was a willing passenger, but would have had no choice in any case.

As she felt his body tense, Leah sucked harder and quickened the movement of her head. She expertly moved her hand to his testicles, gently teasing and lifting them. He gasped as he felt the waves of pleasure wash through his body, and Leah sucked harder still, moving her head further down the swollen cock. His hips tightened and rose as he felt the urge to come in her mouth. 

She understood his movements and responded with skillful, practiced ease. Her tongue began dancing around the head of his aching cock while her lips and hand continued to grip him firmly. It was simply a matter of time—and they had all the time in the world now.

As Jason began to groan with his need for release, Leah applied the coup-de-grace. She gently lifted and caressed his balls, urging them to empty completely. One moist finger gently slid back to his anus and circled lightly, barely entering.

"Oh God," he gasped. "Oh God, Leah, I love you," he cried out as his body jerked and the first massive shot exploded into her mouth. 

She smiled and tried to swallow at the same time, not being completely successful at either. Semen poured out of her mouth, cascading onto her hand. He continued to feed her, and, gamely, she stayed with him, extracting every ounce of pleasure from him, just as she extracted every ounce of his seed.

Jason fell back, panting, his hands still buried in her hair. Leah gave him one last, deep suck, then pulled her head up.

"Jesus, honey, you needed that, didn't you?" she asked with a little chuckle. She wiped her face and hands on the sheet. "What a fuckin' mess," she sighed, surveying the carnage. "I'm sorry you had to wait so long for that."

Jason pulled her up and gave her a long kiss. "It's always worth waiting for," he told her, hugging her close. They arranged themselves so they could cuddle. Kissing her forehead he asked, "Um—do you, ah, need some attention?"

Leah smiled up at him, "No," she sighed and patted her swollen tummy. "Junior spent most of the night trying to kick my insides apart, and I didn't sleep much. I just need some rest." She snuggled into him, and within a few minutes was deeply asleep.

Jason watched his wife sleeping next to him. Her body was not as slender now, but it was still graceful even though she was pregnant. He knew that he was very fortunate, especially given the rough road they had both traveled to get to this place. His mind drifted back, remembering...

They awoke with a start, and Jason looked at the clock. "Shit," he mumbled. Leah peered over his chest.

"Shit is right," she said thickly, raising her head. "They're going to be here soon. We have to at least get the living room presentable." She moved to get up, but Jason stopped her.

"No," he said firmly, "you stay in bed and rest. I at least slept all night—and had a wonderful morning too." He kissed her nose. "I'll get the guest room ready and make sure the place is cleaned up. You can be the princess for another hour or so."

"Mmmm, ok, Prince Charming," Leah said with a tired smile. "Your princess will have to suitably reward her handsome prince later."

"All part of my nefarious plan," Jason told her with a smile. "Now go back to sleep." She was snoring before he closed the door.

Jason did his best to make their small townhouse look inviting. This was to be the first visit of his mom and her partner and he wanted everything to be perfect for them. As he ran the vacuum cleaner his mind wandered, and he recalled the last few years. It had been really rough and it was only the love of Leah and the support of his mom that had pulled him through.

Recovering from his head injury had been a long haul, and for a time it looked like his hockey career might be over. He eventually recovered both his health and his old personality, but lost one entire season. He had come back to the ice with a vengeance, however, and rapidly caught the attention of professional scouts, culminating in his being drafted into the NHL. 

Jason needed time before beginning the travel and rigor of a career as a professional athlete, though. He needed more coaching, he needed to develop his strength and he needed to continue his therapy, so he elected to play another year of college hockey rather than the minor leagues. 

Most of all, he needed to be with Leah. She had finished her lacrosse career, and had stayed on as an assistant coach of the team. After disentangling their incestuous relationships with their parents, they decided they wanted to try to be "normal"—to date like the normal college kids they never had a chance to be.

They had a "second first date" at the Coffee Spot and picked up from there, this time without constantly running off to be with their parents. It didn't take long for them to realize that they were head over heels in love with each other and that it was something very substantial. They made the decision to live together, and that soon turned into a desire for marriage. Their parents had been wonderfully supportive, and so they were wed. Between Jason's scholarship and Leah's salary they earned their keep and began the joys and difficulties of married life.

Jason continued to struggle with his life off the ice. Finding—and acknowledging—his love for Leah had been an important step, but there was still a long road to be traveled for both of them, even into their marriage. As difficult as it had been to recover from his concussion, Jason found that to be child's play compared to coming to terms with his relationship with his mother...

The vacuum abruptly stopped, and he looked around, startled. Leah was standing with the plug in her hand, smiling at him.

"Jesus Christ it sure is hard to get your attention sometimes," she laughed. Jason blushed.

"I was just thinking," he said sheepishly.

"I can see that," his wife quipped, "you might as well have been on Mars." She looked at him seriously, "Well, there's something we should talk about before your mom gets here."

"a—um, you mean now?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, taking his hands and sitting on the sofa with him. "It's important for me to say this to you, ok?" Jason nodded.

"Ok," Leah began, taking a deep breath. "Well, I haven't exactly been the best wife to you the last few weeks," she said softly.

"Babe, you're awesome. I know you've just been tired with the baby and all," Jason said hastily.

"Yeah, that's true," Leah continued, "but the fact remains that I haven't been—well, we haven't been as—um—intimate as usual. And I feel bad about that." Jason opened his mouth to speak but she shushed him.

"Don't interrupt," she said quickly. "Anyway, you haven't had as much sex as I think—well as much as I know—you need. And—ah, your mom is going to be here for a week, and I just wondered..." she let her voice trail off and looked at him meaningfully.

Jason saw what was in her eyes. His eyes got wide and he raised his hand as if swearing an oath. "No, Leah, honest to Christ. I would NEVER do that with my mom now that we're married. I promise you. You don't have anything at all to be worried about. So help me God."

Leah smiled at him, and rested her hand on his cheek. "Dearest Jason, I'm not worried about that. I'm 1000 per cent sure that if I said that it would bother me you would never do it—hell, I'm sure that if I didn't say anything you'd never do it. But that's not what I'm trying to say—not at all." She paused again, looking at him and smiling. Jason's brow furrowed as he tried to follow her meaning.

"What? Are you saying that you want me to do it with her?" he asked, incredulously.

Leah shook her head. "Hell no. I don't 'want' that," she said quickly. "Not at all. All I'm saying is that I understand our situation—and how difficult it is for you. I want to be fair, though, and I can imagine what you might be feeling once she's here." She paused and looked at him. "Jason darling, we've come such a long way by being honest and by communicating and by taking care of each other." He nodded.

"That's for sure," he agreed. "Leah, we were both in such a dark place—I don't ever want to go back there." He wrapped his arms around her. "You helped to save me." He paused. "Sweet Jesus. I'm mixed up and confused for sure, but one thing I'm sure about is where I want to be—where I need to be." he told her earnestly. "You know I told my therapist that you were the angel who saved my soul."

"Yeah. I know that," she said smiling. "But don't forget that he said not to put me on a pedestal," she reminded him and giving him a kiss. "You of all people should know that I am definitely not an angel." He smiled and nodded.

"I like it when you're not an angel. I like it a lot," he said. Leah could see the desire rising in him again, and she felt sad that she hadn't been able to be intimate with him.

"Yeah. I think I do better for you minus the halo," she said with a throaty laugh. "But right now I'm not doing very well with or without a fucking halo. Hell, Jason, you know I can't even take care of myself some days. I'm just trying to hang on through this pregnancy so we can have a healthy baby," she said wearily.

"Leah, I know. And I understand," he said. "I really do." He took her shoulders and held her, looking directly into her eyes. "I remember when we talked with the doctor and she said that it would be best for us to not have sex—that you were having a difficult pregnancy and everything. You're going through such hell—it's just a little I can do to help the team—our team." He smiled. "I can warm the bench for a period or two. Really I can."

"I know you can," she said. "But you're the kind of guy who always wants to be on the ice. You're not really the bench-warming type. And you're going to have one of your old workout buddies here for a week." They both chuckled at that.

Jason just shook his head. "Leah, I really appreciate your sentiment and your understanding, but I think both my mom and I have moved on past that. I mean, she bats for the other team now," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, from what I know of your mom, she'll swing at pitches on either side of the plate—and she has this way of hitting home runs," Leah said with a giggle. Then she got serious. "And I know the two of you. And I know what's in your heart for each other. It was different with me and my dad—I think we were both just caught in a funny situation. But you and your mom were—well, you guys still are—really in love in a way." 

At that, Jason looked away, unable to look his wife in the eyes. She was never one to flinch from a problem—even ones that he had trouble facing. Leah turned his face back toward her.

"Look who's in front of you, you dumb fuck. Right here. Front and center. With you," she said firmly, her green eyes fierce with determination. "Jason Miller Ice Hockey, I know part of you will always be in love with your mother. And I love you anyway. And I married you knowing all about you. I'm in this with you. All the way."

"Leah," Jason said, taking her hands. She looked up and saw tears in his eyes. "I thought I was in love with my mom—until you—until we..." his voice trailed off. "Shit. I'm lousy at trying to explain stuff like this—but—you taught me what love was really like. Hell, you show me what love is like every day. I love you—more than you can imagine—even though I'm confused and a klutz and crappy at showing it." He struggled to find more words and couldn't, so he just smiled. "And I don't know anything else to say," he concluded lamely.

It was Leah's turn to smile. "Fair enough," she replied. "We can't solve all the problems of the world today. It's just really important for you to know this." She looked at him and he saw the determination in her face. "I know who I married and I know that I want you to be happy and fulfilled—in every way. Every fucking atom of you." He opened his mouth to speak, but be she stopped him.

"Not done yet," she said quickly. "I know this isn't 'normal.' It's not how the 'how to be a wife' playbook draws it up. I'm supposed to be jealous. Right?" He nodded, but Leah just shook her head negatively. "I just can't do jealousy about your mom. She's great. I like her a lot. Really a lot." 

As she saw a huge smile light up her husband's face, Leah knew that she was doing the right thing. Emboldened, she continued, "All I can do is be honest and tell you what's in my heart. And my heart says that the best thing for you—and for us—and for our marriage—is to not have you tied in knots about some dumbass choice between your mother and me. Not right now. It would put too much on you for sure. But it would put too much on me too." She looked at him. "Can you see that?"

Jason nodded. "I think so. It actually sounds like you're asking me for help, I guess."

"I am," Leah said, relieved. "Jason, maybe sometime we'll have to figure this out differently. But right now, I don't think we can. I don't have the energy. I'm just saying that we should live with who and what we are at the moment. And be honest. And trust and love each other." She sighed. "And whatever the fuck happens will be what is supposed to happen, I guess."

Jason was so moved by Leah's love that he started to cry. "You make me happy every day," he said softly. "And you can see things so much better than I can sometimes. Yeah. I agree." He hugged her close. "I want you to be happy forever," he told her softly. "Always and forever." They stayed in each other's arms for a while. Finally Leah nudged him.

"Ok, Prince Charming, back to vacuuming," she whispered, giving him a kiss. "Let's get this place cleaned up." She stood up and grabbed a worn blue mat from the living room floor.

"What's this thing?" she asked.

"Oh that? That's a massage mat," Jason replied. "My mom gave it to me."

"What does it do?"

"You just lay on it, plug it in and it vibrates—like sort of gives you a massage. I got it for mom ages ago, but since she's been with Angie she doesn't need it." He paused and smiled, realizing that Beth no longer needed the massage or the erotic functions of the mat. "So she gave it to me. I just keep it stashed in the spare closet in case I get sore after a workout." 

Leah just shrugged and carried the mat to their spare room. He turned back to his vacuuming as she tossed the mat into the closet, closing the door.

"With this ring, I thee wed," Angie said, slipping the gold band onto Beth's finger. Beth had already adorned her.

"You may kiss," the Justice of the Peace said, smiling. Fortunately, he had been very laid back about everything. Lori and John applauded as the two women embraced. Catcalls came from a demonstration across the street, but the women were oblivious.

Neither Beth nor Angie had really thought about marriage until they had been together for some time. But as they built a life together, both realized that they had a partnership that was truly special and they wanted to honor it. The idea of a lesbian wedding, however, had ruffled some feathers in the town where they lived so they kept to themselves, intending one day to have an informal ceremony in a distant locale.

But when same-sex marriage became the law of the land, they decided not to wait any longer. They got rings, enlisted their best friends, Lori and John, as witnesses, headed to the city clerk's office—and became "pioneers for gay rights" in their little corner of the world.

"Go figure," Beth said as they left the ceremony to equal parts cheers and boos. "I'm the least likely gay rights hero you could imagine. Now, INCEST rights—that's something I could get passionate about." Her companions laughed.

"I know, right?" Angie asked. "It's a good thing I've stopped doing massages—that could be trouble if someone wanted to get me for this." John put his hand on Angie's arm.

"You don't have anything to worry about," he assured her. As one of the significant businessmen in town, he carried a fair amount of weight. "This ruffled a few feathers, but you guys live so quietly out there on that farm that no one is going to bother you. It's not like you're having parades down Main St. or something. This is just a bunch of folks who've got nothing better to do at the moment."

Angie smiled. She knew they would have no problems—not because of John's influence, but because she was the wealthiest citizen, not only of the town, but possibly of the entire state. Beth had been astonished to find out how much money Angie had. 

"Is your family wealthy?" Beth finally asked when Angie explained her financial situation.

"Oh hell no," Angie said, laughing. "I'm from solid white trash stock. I just happened to be smart, and won a scholarship to Harvard. I took Honors in Econ, then law school. I wound up working on Wall St., and it turned out I had a knack for arbitrage. It was fun—it sort of turned into a competition. It got so we competed to ring up 'digits.' When I hit 7 digits, though, I started to obsess about getting to 8—and I kept fantasizing about 9 or 10. That's when I realized that this wasn't healthy at all."

"Digits?" Beth asked, puzzled.

"Yeah," Angie replied. "Net worth digits. You know, a million is 7 digits, 10 million is 8, 100 mil is 9 and a billion is 10. The game is to get more digits than everyone else. Supposedly it's gauche to just talk about how much money you have." Beth gaped at her. 

"I made it to 8, then quit," Angie said disgustedly. "It's just sick—unhealthy. I had fun giving some of it away, then invested it so I could live off the income." She sighed. "Then I discovered that I didn't really like material things very much, so it just keeps accumulating." She gave Beth a hug. "Anyway," she concluded, "we won't starve, my love."

"My God," Beth said, "I had no idea. Don't you want a prenup or something?"

"For what?" Angie asked. "So I can protect my wealth from the clutches of—you?" She laughed, and gestured to their simple farmhouse. "I really couldn't give a shit about it. As long as we can be independent and happy." She put her arm around Beth and whispered conspiratorially. "And that's why you and I are left so alone, my love. And why no one ever hassled me about my little massage enterprise. The leaders of this town know that money talks."




Massage Mat Ch. 09



They had been planning to visit Jason and Leah for some time, and with Leah in the middle of a tricky pregnancy they decided that their first trip as a married couple would be to visit "the kids" and lend a hand.

Beth was a pro with reservations, and still had thousands of miles and points, so they flew first class. It made Beth feel good to use her accumulated miles this way, even though she now had enough money to charter a private jet. 

Angie, by contrast, would have been happy to take the bus. She was never really comfortable around people with money, but she quickly saw that "living well" made Beth happy. Angie decided that making Beth happy was the best possible use of her money, and that she could put up with snobs when she had to. So she decided to accept luxury travel, Beth Miller style.

Angie's patience did have limits, though—like when she responded, "I can meditate in any seat," to Beth's question about her seating preference. She also wore her usual faded t-shirt, worn-out jeans and sandals in the first class section, oblivious to the sideways glances of the more elegantly attired patrons.

Beth had arranged for an "elite" rental car, so they drove to the kids' house in style. Watching Beth adeptly navigate the college town made Angie realize how much time she must have spent here when she and Jason were really going at it. They drove in silence, each alone with her thoughts. Finally, Angie spoke.

"You still really love him, don't you," she asked simply. Beth scowled.

"How can you ask a question like that?" she responded, hurt. "You know that..." her voice trailed off as she glanced over at her wife and saw her gentle smile. Angie shook her head, giving Beth an impish glance.

"You should know better than to try to BS me about how you feel." Angie reminded her gently. Beth grimaced.

"Goddamit," she said softly. "I'm sorry, Angie, it's just how I feel. But if you know anything you know that my love for you is stronger than anything in the world." Angie could see tears welling in her eyes.

"How about if you pull over for just a second?" Angie asked. Beth found a parking lot and turned in. She turned to Angie, frustrated.

"Can't you turn that goddamned ESP shit off for 10 minutes?" she asked crossly.

"As a matter of fact, I can't. You know I can't," Angie reminded her gently. "I'm truly sorry about that." She laid a gentle hand on Beth's arm, and Beth's anger drained away. It was always like this, she thought. It's like being mad at a cloud. She smiled in spite of herself.

"In it's defense, I could say 'that goddamned ESP shit' has served us pretty well on occasion, hasn't it?" Angie continued. Beth made a wry face and nodded grudgingly. Angie reached out and took Beth's hands in hers. "Beth, darling, I'm not asking you about this because I want to make you feel bad or to accuse you of something—I promise. In fact, I feel exactly the opposite."

"What do you mean?" Beth asked, confused.

"I did not marry you so I could police how you feel. I want you to feel everything you can—to feel more, in fact. If you're feeling love for Jason—I mean beyond mother/son love—that's just how you feel," Angie told her. "And I'm ok with that."

"You're ok with that?" Beth asked. She was still confused.

"Of course. I accept it—as I accept all of you for who you are. I want that feeling to have space in our relationship," Angie assured her. "The only question, then, is how we should deal with it. I'm assuming that you're committed to our marriage, right?"

"Of course," Beth answered quickly "Angie, you are the most important thing to me. Of that, I'm sure." Angie simply looked at her, waiting for her to continue. 

Beth took a moment to summon her courage. "Ok. You want complete honesty." She sighed heavily. "To be completely honest, as I've thought about this trip, the idea of being with a man has been getting me very—um, intrigued."

"Aroused," Angie corrected her.

"Goddamit. Ok, aroused, if that makes ESP happy," Beth grumbled. "But back to my point. I can't be totally sure, but I think it's only partly Jason. It's also just the idea of sex with a man mixed in too. I do miss that sometimes. But I assure you, Angie, that I love you and want to be with you."

Angie smiled broadly. Beth just looked at her blankly. 

"Aren't you hurt? Or offended? Or something?" Beth asked, mystified.

"No. I'm not," Angie answered definitively. "Should I be?" Beth continued to stare at her blankly.

"Look," Angie continued, "if you're missing the gratification of sex with a man—well, I'm not a man. Right? So it's not like you're rejecting me—you just seem to be needing a—er—a supplement, I guess I'd call it." Angie saw Beth's brow furrow as she pondered this new perspective.

"Plus, you've just been very honest with me about your feelings," Angie continued. "Crazy honest. More freely honest than ever, I think. I like that." She held up her finger with the wedding ring. "Your honesty honors this," she said tapping the ring. "It honors me. It's very intimate. And it's more important to me than sex. Really it is." 

"Ok, Yoda. You just have to remember that I'm still not used to the way you think about things sometimes," Beth reminded Angie. "Frankly, I may never get used to it, so you'll have to remind me often." Angie smiled.

"I can do that," she said simply. "Here's a reminder. You can always trust me to accept you for who you are." 

"You're better at that than I am," Beth sighed. "I have difficulty accepting myself."

"That had not escaped me," Angie replied. She tried to keep a serious face, but couldn't help a smile.

"Don't gloat," Beth said. Now she was smiling too.

"I'm not gloating," Angie said, serious again. "I have a confession to make." Beth raised an eyebrow.

"To be perfectly honest on my part, I'd actually prefer that you only were physical with me," Angie told Beth. "I do feel jealous and uncomfortable with the idea of you being with a man."

Beth nodded. "Of course," she replied decisively, "that makes perfect sense. And that's why I won't do it." Angie shook her head. She looked vexed.

"Let me finish, dammit," she scolded. "That's what I'd prefer on some level, but I don't think that's right," Angie continued. "I need to grow—to find space in my heart to allow you to be who you truly are."

Beth interrupted, "I don't think this is your problem, Angie."

Angie shot back, "Why should my limitations prevent you from being your true self?" Beth had no answer for that—except to realize that she was married to a woman whose spirit was unique and wonderful.

Angie continued, "Your physical needs are so much stronger than mine, and they are different. So I want to find a way—no, that's not right. I want US to find a way—together—for you to be fully satisfied."

"Angie, I don't ever want to do anything that would hurt you," Beth said, sincerely. "No matter how you want to grow—and everything. I would sooner die than hurt you."

"I know that," Angie responded, and Beth could see that she was touched. "Beth, I trust you absolutely. It's not about being hurt. I will not be hurt if I see that you are happy and fulfilled. I'll be joyful, actually. I just want us to be honest with each other—and I love it when you tell me straight out how you feel." 

Angie blushed and looked downward, looking like a shy little girl. "It's actually very sexy," she added softly. "And it makes my radar less useful—why worry about sensing when you tell me everything anyway? I like that a lot. It makes me feel more—um, normal, I guess." Beth smiled and nodded, happy to understand more about what made Angie special.

"I don't think 'normal' would be the way most people would describe our values," she replied shaking her head. "But I don't care. They're ours, and they work for us. Ok, love, I think I get it," she told Angie. "And I know that I'm very fortunate." Angie put a cautionary hand on her wife's arm.

"Just remember, dear, that Jason may not be free—he may choose to be faithful to his wife. So this could be complex," Angie cautioned.

"Actually, it's not," Beth said simply. "It's very, very simple. I love you and I want to be a good wife to you. I did that well with Dan, you know. I really do know how to be a good wife." She paused, collecting her thoughts. "I also love Jason very much both as a mother and as—um—more. But I will not use him to gratify myself at the expense of his happiness or the well-being of his marriage. So some of this might seem complicated and weird, but my heart is very clear. I'm not conflicted about this at all, Angie. Not at all," she concluded with conviction.

Angie raised an eyebrow. "So you're not conflicted, you just want to get laid?" she teased.

"Yeah. Something like that," Beth replied, blushing. 

"This parking lot seems pretty secluded. Maybe you could pull back behind that building," Angie said, pulling off her shirt. "I've never done it in a car. Of course, I'm not a man, but you apparently are able to make do."

Beth stared, then smiled. It was rare for Angie to initiate sex. She found a good spot and parked.

"I love you very much," Angie told Beth, gazing into her eyes, "and I feel so close to you right now. I want this very much."

"I love you too," Beth said, removing her clothes. "And you need to recline your seat a little more," she added, getting on top of Angie. "I'm going to need more room."

When resumed their drive, they felt secure. Although there were dangerous curves ahead, they knew they would always be on the same road together.

"Oh my God. They're here," Leah observed unnecessarily as the doorbell rang. She heard a toilet flushing and saw Jason appear carrying the mop and other cleaning supplies.

"Guest bathroom clean, ma'am," he called to her, saluting with the mop. "We're as ready as we can be." He zipped to the closet and ditched his janitorial equipment.

Leah was already opening the door, wondering how this visit would go. Her usual mantra, "you can do anything if you put your mind to it" wasn't helping much at the moment, because for once she had no idea what she really wanted.

As she let the women in, she saw that Beth looked great—she had lost weight and become more fit and tanned. And Angie turned out to be really cool, totally informal and laid back. A little shy around strangers, she was very nice and politely listened as they chatted.

Jason gave his mom a huge hug, and she returned it with gusto. As he squeezed her, he said, "Wow, mom, you've lost some weight." Stepping back a bit he added, "You look great. Have you been working out?"

"It's all Angie's doing," Beth told him. "She's got us on a vegetarian diet and we've started running together. I feel a lot better." Then she turned to Leah.

"How are you doing with everything?" she asked.

"Ugh. I'll be glad when Junior has made his grand exit, that's for sure," Leah said. "But I'm hanging in there," she added brightly.

Beth hugged her and said, "Well, we're here to help you with anything you need. I know you guys are tough, but an extra couple of hands should be of some help. Anyway," she added, putting her arm around Angie and pulling her over, "I need to introduce you two."

Angie looked at the younger woman and smiled. "Hi, I'm Angie," she said shyly.

Seeing how shy Angie was, Leah just said, "It's great to meet you Angie," and extended her hand gently. Ignoring that gesture, Angie opened her arms, inviting a hug.

Leah beamed and dove in, giving her a warm hug. She quickly learned that even though Angie was quiet, she was a great hugger. Leah tuned to Beth and said, "I like her already, she's very cool."

"That's good," Beth quipped, "because you're stuck with her now." They all laughed, and Jason led them into the living room.

"So you're the famous Leah," Angie said, her arm still around Leah's waist. 

"I think 'infamous' is probably more accurate," Leah said. She noticed that she couldn't help smiling at Angie. Angie continued to hang onto her and smiled back. Clearly they had bonded.

"Well, the only description I kept getting from Beth was 'quite a girl,'" Angie told her. "So I've been dying to find out what that really means."

Leah blushed. "I don't know," she said shyly, flattered by the phrase. "Er—how about something to drink?" she asked, suddenly aware that she should be a good host. Beth turned from talking with Jason and got up.

"I'll help you," she said, joining Leah in the kitchen. As they prepared some sodas, Beth told her, "Angie loves to cook, and would like to make dinner for us tonight. Would that be ok?"

Leah laughed. "Hell yes," she said quickly. "I do not count cooking as one of my 'quite a girl' skills."

"Good," Beth replied. "So she's going to have to do some shopping. Why don't we send Jason with her so we can have a chat?"

Leah put down the bottle she was holding and looked directly at Beth. "I'd like that," she said softly. "I'd like that a lot. I think we need to talk." 

Beth returned her look. "You're right," she said. "I agree. This could be complicated, and the sooner we sort it out the better." She turned and looked around. "But for now—um, does he still like barbecue chips?" she asked, looking in the pantry.

"Yeah—but he's had to cut back. He has to get his body fat down," Leah told her, "so we don't have any at the moment."

"Ok," her new mother replied. "I don't want to be the one to sabotage his training. I think we're ready, then. Let me carry the tray—it's kind of heavy. You take the napkins and stuff."

"Here goes nothing," Leah quipped as they headed into the living room.

They talked for over an hour, catching up on news and just enjoying each other's company. Finally, however, they realized that if they wanted to eat at a reasonable time Angie needed to do the shopping for dinner.

Beth and Leah drafted Jason to be Angie's driver while they cleaned up the kitchen. And so a short time later, Jason and Angie found themselves shopping and talking about his injury and recovery. From Jason's description of Leah's role in his healing, Angie could tell that they had a strong bond. He also shared the story of his "rescue" of her in the rainstorm.

"You're very romantic, Jason," Angie told him. "No wonder she's head over heels in love with you."

"Well, I know she loves me, but I think she's a little worn out right now," Jason replied. "I don't know about the 'head over heels' part." 

Angie stopped and looked at him. Then she looked around at their surroundings and frowned.

"Well, the produce section of Mega-Mart isn't the best place for this talk, but it will have to do," she said, taking Jason's hand. "Has your mother ever told you that I can sense things in people?"

Jason smiled, "Yeah, she has," he replied. "One time she said she couldn't decide if it was a blessing or a curse."

Angie shook her head. "It's both," she sighed. "That's for sure. But anyway, Jason, I can sense things in people. And I can tell you for sure that Leah is head-over-heels in love with you. Like crazy in love. Today. Right now." Jason smiled as she continued, "It actually doesn't take supernatural powers—it's written all over her face when she looks at you. You're a very lucky man." Angie saw how Jason was touched by this. "I thought you would want to know that," she concluded. Jason just nodded, a huge grin on his face.

"I—I don't even know why or how this happened," he told her. "It was just blind luck that we found each other. We literally ran into each other going to a meeting, and it was instant attraction. I'm really lucky. She's the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Well," Angie said simply, "it obviously was meant to be. You're very in love with her too, you know," she added with a wink.

"Yeah," Jason said softly, "I am."

"Ok. Let's finish this shopping. We have to get some wine, too," Angie told him.

As they shopped for the wine, Angie suddenly turned and said, "Jason there's one more thing I have to tell you."

He was inspecting the Merlots. Without looking up he said, "Ok. Shoot."

Angie rested her hand on his shoulder. "Your mother still has very strong feelings for you. You know that, right?" she asked casually.

Jason's body went rigid, and he swallowed hard. "Did you sense that from her?" he asked.

"No. Well—yes I did, but she told me, too," Angie informed him. Jason turned to face her, and neither of them spoke for some time. Angie chewed her lip, then cleared her throat. "What I did sense, though, is that you have the same feelings for her. Is that correct?" she asked, looking directly at Jason.

Jason swallowed hard again. His first instinct was to deny it—but what was the point with this human lie detector standing right there?

"Yeah. I guess so," he confessed, looking away. "I feel terrible about that." He sighed. "But I do."

Angie patted his chest soothingly. "Thank you for your honesty. And for not hating me. Like your mom said, my gift can be a pain sometimes—especially because talking to me can feel like being wired to a lie detector. But it often is useful in that it can make sure that relationships stay honest.

Jason smiled wanly. "Yeah. I see your point."

"You wouldn't be the first person who's wanted to punch me," Angie said with a smile. "So thank you for being a real man and being honest." She looked at him and continued, "I'll tell you this, Jason. I also know that you have a wonderful heart. You're loyal, brave and generous—I can sense that and I know it from how your mom talks about you."

At that, Jason brightened, "Thanks, Angie," he said softly. "It's really hard to be loyal, though, when I'm kind of in love with two women." 

Angie gave him a wry smile and nodded agreement. "Maybe it's unfortunate that you and your mom have these feelings for each other. It's certainly unusual, I've got to say that," she said shaking her head. "It's hard for me to understand, too." Her face softened and her smiled became a bit sad. "But it's not anyone's fault. It's just the way you two are. And I know it's just as hard for you guys as it is for me and Leah." Once again, Jason felt tears in his eyes.

"Thank you for saying that. That's just what Leah tells me," Jason replied looking down and shaking his head. "That is so loving and very sweet," he told Angie sincerely then he reached out and ruffled her hair. She smiled.

"Ok. So I have one more thing to say," she added, pausing to take a deep breath. "I'm sure it will seem weird, but I want to tell you how I feel." Jason looked at her questioningly. 

"Well," Angie told him, "a long time ago I felt really bad that I could sense everything that other people felt—it's like invading someone's privacy." Jason nodded.

"But," she continued, "I figured out that I could sort of level the playing field if I learned to be really honest and open about my feelings. So even if you don't have any special gift, you can know as much about me as I do about you. Does that make sense?"

"Yes," Jason replied. "It makes perfect sense."

"Great," Angie said. "Now the other thing you have to know is that I'm a little—er, different—when it comes to love and relationships. That's sort of a disclaimer, I guess." She shook her head. "Anyway, what I want you to know is that I think this attraction you and your mom have for each other might not be the worst thing in the world at the moment."

Jason looked at her, not understanding.

"Jason, Leah feels terrible that she can't be intimate with you—and her guilt feelings are just adding more stress to her physical problems. I can also tell you that Beth would love to be intimate with you again." Angie was speaking matter-of-factly, making it all sound as simple as deciding on a bottle of wine. "So even though it seems weird, it might be a win-win situation. I mean, you could take a source of stress away from Leah and make your mom—and you—happy."




Massage Mat Ch. 09



Jason shook his head in disbelief. 

"Look, Jason, I'm not telling you what to do. And for sure, you and Leah would have to be really honest about your true feelings about something like this. All of that has to come from your hearts—and even my radar can't help with that. You guys have to sort that out," Angie told him seriously.

Jason nodded. "Yeah," he said softly. "We already sort of talked about this." When Angie looked at him questioningly, Jason continued. "Leah talked to me about this before you guys arrived—she said we needed to clear this up before my mom got here. And she sort of said the same things you just did."

Angie shook her head, marveling. "Ok. Now I know where the 'quite a girl' line comes from." She looked at him. "She's one in a million, Jason," she said sincerely. "What did she say?"

"Basically that we should live as who we are and with the feelings we have—and that I shouldn't have to choose between her and my mom. Except that she was worried that you wouldn't like the idea," Jason told her.

"Well, that's why I wanted to talk with you. It's important for you to know—and I'm 100 percent confident of this—that I'm ok with it. Your mom and I have a—a, er, complex relationship physically. It's wonderful, but I know an experience with you would make her happy. I'm ok with her being happy in that way. And you need to know that." She smiled. "Ok. I'm done talking now."

"Well," Jason told her, "When I first met you, I thought you were pretty shy, and that you'd never say anything. I guess I was wrong. You've said a lot."

"Well, I've been wrong before, too," Angie told him, cautioningly. "A while back, I told your mom that she was going to ruin you both if she was physical with you. Having got to know you both a lot better, I think that was completely wrong." She shook her head. "The short story is that I just think you both need to come to terms with your feelings and to be honest with me and Leah."

Jason smiled at her. "I will. Be honest about it I mean. I promise." He ruffled her hair again. Angie hugged him, and, impulsively he kissed her on the cheek. "Shit. I probably shouldn't do that," he said instantly. "You probably don't—"

Angie shushed him. "There are a lot of things that I would never have done before I was with your mom," she told him and kissed him back. She paused as if considering something.

"Hm," she said after a minute, "not too terrible—for a man." Jason looked at her, shocked, then burst out laughing. "Ok. Let's get home. I've got to get cooking," Angie said, grabbing a bottle of wine.

After Angie and Jason had left, Leah laid down on the sofa.

"How are you feeling?" Beth asked her.

"I feel good," Leah told her, "just a little tired." Seeing that Beth looked concerned she added quickly, "But I'm really happy that you guys are here. I've been looking forward to this for a while."

"Is that true?" Beth asked, sitting down.

Leah raised three fingers. "Scout's honor," she averred. Her brow furrowed. "Ok. To be completely honest, I've been a little conflicted, but mostly really happy."

"And you're conflicted because of me, right?" Beth asked, smiling. "I mean because of me and Jason. Like—what will we be feeling for each other, and what will we do?"

Leah sat up, smiled and shook her head. "Well, it didn't take long for us to get to that elephant in the room, did it?" she asked.

"No," Beth said simply, "because it's a big damn elephant. And we need to figure this out, Leah. Not just for this visit, either. We need to find a way to love and to trust each other for the long haul."

Leah nodded. "Took the words right out of my mouth," she said. "And not just for us—I mean we have to—um—"

"We have to sort this out for us—and for Jason," Beth completed her sentence for her. "Is that what you meant?"

Leah nodded again. "Yeah," she said softly. "I don't want him to feel, er, trapped or conflicted between us. And I don't want to have to walk on eggshells every time we see each other. I like you too much for that."

Beth went to Leah and hugged her. "You are the best daughter I could have wished for," she told her. "You love him so much. I will always love you for how happy you make him."

Leah started to cry. "I do love him so much," she said, sniffling. "It's just been a little rough lately."

"Rough?" asked Beth, surprised. "You both seem really happy together."

"We are," Leah replied, "But I'm pretty sure Jason is having a difficult time with—I mean—I haven't been very good—I haven't been feeling very, ah..." she paused. "Oh fuck," she said, wiping her eyes. "I haven't felt like having sex. And he's been amazing about everything—so helpful and taking care of me and never complaining or even hardly asking for it. But you know—he's, um—"

"He's horny as hell," Beth again completed her sentence. Leah giggled. "Don't forget that I know my son," Beth reminded her. "Unfortunately I know him intimately far too well," she added sadly. She hugged Leah and then became serious.

"Leah, I want to promise you that I will never do anything to harm your marriage. I want you to be happy, and I would never do anything to damage that. I swear it," she said sincerely. "So don't worry for one second about anything like that, ok?" 

Leah nodded, a tired smile crossing her face. Beth looked at her, puzzled, but continued, "And Jason wouldn't ever be unfaithful to you. I do know him well enough to know that. And not to sound egotistical—he wouldn't even be unfaithful to you with me—and I hope you understand why I say it that way."

Leah hugged her back. "I do, and you're right. I know that about Jason too." She paused and took a deep breath. "But," she added looked directly at Beth, "that doesn't mean that he doesn't feel anything for you." Beth cast her eyes downward. "And it doesn't mean that you don't feel anything for him, right?" Beth could only smile weakly and nod.

"But what if I told you that there's room in my heart for you guys to be happy?" Leah asked softly.

Beth looked up. She sat motionless, scarcely daring to breathe.

"I know you want us to be happy together—and we are," Leah told her. "And I want Jason to be happy—completely happy." She took Beth's hands. "And I want you to be happy. That's really important to me, too."

"What are you saying?" Beth asked her. "I think I could understand your words in several ways," she added quickly.

"Well," Leah said, "to be completely honest, I'm not totally sure what I'm saying—I mean—I'm sure I want him to be happy, but..." Her voice trailed off, and her brow furrowed as she thought.

"Ok," she said finally, "I'm not really good at being touchy-feely, so let's just look at this logically." She paused and scratched her nose. "Number one. He needs to get laid. Number two. At this point I'm not a good candidate for that. Number three. He loves me and will never leave me—shit, I hope that's true..."

"Number three. He's insanely in love with you. You can count on that," Beth interrupted.

"Ok, we'll go with that," Leah picked up, "but he still wants to—um—" she paused.

"He still wants to fuck me?" Beth asked with a wry smile.

Leah sniggered. "Yeah," she said, and an impish grin crossed her face. "Indelicately phrased, but right on. Number four. He still wants to fuck you. And it's probably worse now than ever, cuz he hasn't fucked anyone in about 6 months." She saw the look on Beth's face. "Yeah," she said, "it's had to have been horrible for him. But I just couldn't fucking hardly move for a while."

"Has your pregnancy been that bad?" Beth asked her, suddenly concerned.

"Fucking Christ," Leah said with a sigh. "It was a surprise in the first place—I fucked up with my pills I think—and I'm sorry for the swearing, but it was horrible." Beth took her hand, urging her to continue.

"Well, I felt like shit about messing up and getting pregnant when we were just starting to get past some of the other struggles. I mean, we were kind of looking forward to just having some time together for ourselves, and I—well, shit, you know," Leah said glumly.

Beth squeezed her hand. "You know, I hear that it takes two people to make a baby," she said comfortingly. "It's not fair for you to take the blame like that"

"I know—that's what Jason keeps telling me," Leah said. "And he's really excited and happy about being a dad—well, we're both really happy and excited about that, so it's not like the worst tragedy. But I wish the timing were better for us."

She shook her head and looked at Beth. "Anyway, then it turned out that my body apparently doesn't like to be pregnant. I spent about three months barfing like mad—I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, kept waking up to puke. I can't tell you how many times I threw up in bed, and he'd clean everything up. He's been so..." her voice trailed off and she started to cry again.

Beth wrapped her arms around her and held her as she cried. "He's been so good, and I've been horrible. I feel so bad," Leah whimpered.

"You can't help it, honey," Beth assured her. "You're feeling sick. That's not something anyone can control."

"I know," Leah sobbed. "But I still feel like shit about it." She sniffed and continued, "Anyway about as soon as the morning sickness passed—and who the fuck named it that?" she said angrily. "It's fucking, morning, noon and night sickness. Anyway, then I got killer headaches. And now my body constantly feels like I've been beaten with a baseball bat. I'm sore all the time."

Beth rubbed Leah's back as she continued to hug her. "I'm so sorry you don't feel good," she told her. "Jason's right, though, the main thing is to take care of you right now."

"He is," Leah told her, "he's taking care of me great." 

"Well, if he doesn't, let me know and I'll straighten him out," Beth told her, smiling.

"But he needs—I want to do something nice for him," Leah continued. "I want to take care of him—even for just a little while." She stopped and looked at Beth. "Is it so wrong—or depraved? Am I just so fucked up to think that if you would just—you know—make love with him—it would make him happy. And probably make you happy too."

"Well, of course it would make me happy," Beth told her, "very happy, in fact. I miss that—I miss being with a man—with him. "But it has to be his idea." 

Leah nodded. "Yeah. It does, she agreed." Then her face darkened. "What about Angie?" she asked with concern. "I mean, it feels like I'm—I don't know—but she..."

"We've already talked about it," Beth reassured her, "and she said almost exactly what you did." She rested her hands on Leah's shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "I do have strong feelings for Jason, but I love Angie with all my heart. I would never hurt her. Ever." Her face softened and she thought for a moment. "But I know that she's ok with it. Really."

"Jesus," Leah said, shaking her head. "This is going to be a different sort of visit." She got an impish grin. "I think Jason is going to enjoy your visit a lot more than he thought," she said with a giggle.

Beth blushed. "Only if it feels good to everyone," she said. "But I may be a lot busier this week than I had planned, that's for sure." She laughed. "So," she continued, "that could take care of Jason, but what about you? I think you could use a good massage. What do you think?"

"Wow. I really could," Leah told her.

"Great. Well, I can share, too," Beth said with a smile. "Angie's massages are amazing. In fact, that's how we first met." Leah smiled.

"Well, if I'm getting massaged by Angie, that would leave you alone with my husband, wouldn't it?" she asked with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Yes. The seductive mother—suddenly alone with her son," added Beth, getting into the spirit of Leah's teasing.

"Who knows what wicked things they would do while the innocent wife relaxes with a massage?" Leah said with a giggle.

"Hm. Not so innocent, I think," chuckled Beth. "Besides Angie's massages are very relaxing—but far from innocent," she added with a significant glance at Leah. "That is, if you are still open to the idea of a woman's touch."

Leah opened her eyes and mouth in mock astonishment. "Why, whatever do you mean?" she teased, "Your young, innocent daughter doesn't have the slightest idea what you're talking about."

Beth gave a throaty chuckle, then took Leah's face in her hands. "Bullshit," she said as she kissed her. "Total bullshit."

As Angie cooked, Beth found a few minutes to talk with her alone. They shared their conversations, and made a plan for the evening.

"One last time," Beth had said to her. "You're absolutely sure you're feeling good about this?"

Angie kissed her. "Darling, the time I've spent with everyone today has made me more sure that this is good. I feel wonderful. It will give me great joy to take care of Leah—and I know you and Jason will be very happy."

Beth dressed up a bit for dinner, choosing a top that showed a bit of cleavage and putting on a little makeup. Jason did his best not to stare, but it was pretty clear that he noticed. 

Angie had made a nice vegetable soup and salad and everyone ate well. Her cooking was excellent and the wine left everyone feeling relaxed and happy. Leah abstained both for her child and to keep her stomach calm, but just seeing everyone so comfortable together made her happier than she had been in a long time. 

After dinner, Beth said, "Jason darling, how about if you help me clean up the kitchen? Angie gives great massages, and I think Leah would feel a lot better after a massage." Jason looked over at Leah who just gave him a thumbs-up.

"Hell yeah. A massage sounds awesome," Leah said, winking at Beth. 

"We'll start face up," Angie said lightly. Then she clucked her tongue, vexed. "Damn, I left my lavender oil in the car. I'll be right back," she said, closing the door behind her. 

When Angie came into the living room, Beth and Jason were on the sofa with Beth lying against her son. They started up, surprised, but Angie gave them a smile and wave. 

"Don't mind me," she told them, "I just forgot something in the car"

Angie's casual acceptance of their physical closeness relaxed them both. In spite of all of the conversations, it was still a relief to have the words put into practice. 

Angie quickly retrieved the oil from the car, and when she returned, Jason had his arm around Beth. Beth stroked Jason's chest, and it seemed like they were reminiscing about their past experiences. 

Angie returned to the bedroom. In the candlelight, she could see that Leah had completely undressed and was lying on her back. Her naked body glowed softly as the candlelight danced in the room, and Angie took a moment to look at her. Her breasts had filled out and the nipples and areolas had darkened, but they were still pert and well-shaped. Her muscular body had gained a little fat, but it was still graceful and feminine. Her hips were full and fertile-looking and her belly bulged with her unborn child. Angie was struck by her beauty and naturalness.

Leah's eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply, trying to relax. Angie crossed to her and gently touched her arm.

"Are you ready to begin?" she asked. When Leah smiled and nodded, she continued, "We'll start with some aromatherapy. Lavender—to promote relaxation." She put some oil on her hands and rubbed them together briskly, releasing the scent. She placed them closer to Leah's face and let her breathe the pleasant, relaxing aroma. Angie watched carefully as the corners of Leah's eyes and mouth relaxed, signaling that she was beginning to let go.

Angie began massaging Leah's face and neck, working her way down onto the shoulders with practiced ease. "How has your pregnancy been going? It seems like you've been having a difficult time," she asked.

"Yeah. Difficult is the word for it," Leah said with a sigh. "We weren't planning on having a kid right now, so the whole thing was a shock. Then I had really bad nausea for months, then a round of killer headaches, and now I'm so tired and sore all the time that I can hardly stand it. Plus Junior keeps trying to kick my uterus apart."

Angie slid her hands under Leah's shoulders, and massaged down onto her back, using the weight of Leah's body to help work the muscles. Leah sighed as she felt Angie's comforting touch.

"Wow. I can feel that your back has been under a lot of strain. It's very tight," Angie said as she massaged. "Well, I can't stop 'Junior' from kicking, but I can help your back," she added brightly. "Let's have you on your side—I don't want you lying face down while you're pregnant."

Leah rolled onto her side and Angie arranged pillows to support her. When she had been securely tucked in, Angie began massaging her back. Angie was an excellent masseuse, and Leah quickly relaxed under her strong, skillful hands. She spent a long time working out the kinks in Leah's back, as she could tell that this had been a big source of Leah's fatigue. When all of the knots had been released and the back muscles seemed fully relaxed, Angie moved to the arms, carefully making sure that every trigger point was addressed. When she finished the upper body, Leah's face was noticeably more relaxed and she radiated an air of peace and contentment.

Angie next moved to Leah's feet, eliciting an "Oh wow, that feels great." She worked her way up the legs, again marveling at their musculature. 

"How are your knees feeling?" she asked soothingly.

"Fine," Leah replied, her voice thick. "My legs have held up pretty well—it's been my back and upper body that felt so bad. I can't tell you how much better I feel already," Leah mumbled in a sleepy voice.

"I can imagine," Angie replied. "Your back was a mess. We should make these massages a daily thing for a while. Carrying all that tension isn't good for either you or the baby."

Angie's hands worked their way to Leah's upper thighs and ass.

"I think there's another source of tension you're carrying, though," she said matter-of-factly as she massaged Leah's thighs firmly. Leah became more awake as she felt herself becoming slightly aroused by Angie's touch.

"Wow. I haven't felt that in forever," Leah sighed. "If by 'source of tension' you mean 'horny' I think you're right," she grumbled. "Junior has really thrown our sex life out of whack. I try to make sure that Jason gets enough release to stay on an even keel, but it's hard—and then I never seem to feel like it when—well, let's just say it's been rough."

"Well," Angie spoke softly but meaningfully, "like Beth said, we're here to help you in any way we can. We talked about this a lot and it's something we're ok with." She paused, resting her hands on Leah's side. "Did Beth talk to you about Jason?"

"Yes she did," Leah told her, reaching up and patting her hand. "And I told her to go ahead." She raised her head and looked at Angie. "I think it would be good for both of them, actually," she added. Angie nodded.

"I wouldn't have said that a year ago, but I agree," Angie told her. "And it will take that stress away from you for the moment." Her hands resumed their work on Leah's thighs. "So that just leaves your needs for us to address, doesn't it?" she added with a mischievous smile.

"Yeah," Leah said with a smile. "You know anyone who can help me out?" 

Angie chuckled. "Well, it depends on how open-minded you are," she quipped.

"Beth obviously hasn't told you about the night Jason got injured," Leah said with a giggle.

"She told me about the injury and how great you were with everything," Angie said. "Is there more?"

"Yeah. There's a lot more. I'm pretty 'open-minded' as you phrased it. Want to hear about it?" She unfolded the whole story to Angie, who continued to massage her. About halfway through, Angie paused long enough to remove her shirt, and moved so that Leah could see her body. Leah's arousal increased as she saw that Angie's nipples had become erect.




Massage Mat Ch. 09



Angie took some oil in her hand and let it slowly drip onto Leah's ass, spreading it with her hands. As Leah began to describe her sex play with Beth, Angie's hand began to explore between Leah's legs, moving onto the swiftly swelling mons and imitating the caresses that Leah described.

As Leah reached the end of her story, Angie's hands focused more intensely on her mons, but still reaching back to explore Leah's ass. Angie's hands moved with sure, practiced ease, concentrating on areas that made Leah sigh or moan. Just when Leah thought she could stand no more teasing, Angie's fingers began to focus more firmly on her labia, gently caressing upward to the clit, then moving back down to the ass in a large, rocking, circular movement. Leah groaned more loudly and began to move her hips in an erotic duet with Angie's pleasuring hands.

"Would you like to get on your back?" Angie asked softly. In answer, Leah simply rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Her nipples were erect and her face was flushed. She opened her eyes and looked at Angie's pert breasts and similarly erect nipples.

"Oh God," Leah sighed, "you're beautiful." She reached up and caressed Angie.

Angie began massaging Leah's legs, using her nails to gently tickle the insides of the thighs. She then lightly teased her way up to Leah's breasts, making large, firm circles on them, gradually beginning to focus on the nipples. By the time she had begun to work Leah's nipples in earnest, Leah's hips were rhythmically thrusting as she pressed her thighs tightly together. Angie smiled, knowing that Leah's time for release was near.

Just then, they heard sounds from the living room and Beth's voice came wailing through loud and clear.

"Oh God, Jason. Fuck me harder," they heard her cry out.

Leah opened her eyes and looked at Angie. They regarded each other for a moment.

"Do you want to finish this now, or go out there with them?" Angie asked Leah, unsure of what she would like herself.

"I want to be with them," Leah answered without hesitation, sitting up.

"Ok, let's go," Angie said, turning toward the door.

"Wait," Leah said, grabbing her arm. As Angie turned back to her, Leah gave her a kiss. "You are wonderful," Leah told her sincerely. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. I feel a lot better."

Angie hugged her and they went through the door together, unsure of where their next steps might take them.

Beth had gamely resisted the urge to use her gaze on him. She knew the decision to proceed had to come from within him, freely and without persuasion. It was his marriage, his life, his decision.

They had spent a good, long time talking, much of it with Beth cradled in her son's arms. They felt very close, and being in such physical proximity had them both aroused. Clearly the chemistry between them was still there

Sensing that Jason was troubled, Beth turned and looked at him. "Sweetie, let me tell you something," she began. "I know there's been a lot of talk about what we should do—and if or how or when we should make love. But I'm ok if we don't—we don't need to do that to be close anymore." Jason smiled and nodded.

"That's right," he agreed, "I think we're as close as we could be anyway."

"So," Beth continued, "you are free to decide what you need as a man. You know that Leah is ok with whatever direction things take. I can tell you that Angie is too. And you know for sure that I am." Jason smiled. "So why don't you take a little walk and think about this away from me—just so you can concentrate with a clear mind. Decide what you need as a man, given your situation. And then we'll take it from there. Whatever you decide, I know it will be the right thing."

Jason hugged his mother, then kissed her tenderly. "You have always wanted the best for me," he said softly. Beth nodded. "I can't ever repay that." Beth went to speak but he silenced her. "Let me take that walk. I think I know what I need, but I have to be sure, ok?" Beth just nodded, and he headed out the door.

It did not take long.

As soon as he walked back in, Beth could see what his decision was. She simply stood, motionless, and waited for him. 

Jason knew that the stirrings in his loins could be satisfied in many ways—he had certainly used his own hand enough in the past weeks—but he knew that his need to give and receive pleasure in this one special way could not. The caring, giving, beautiful woman in front of him needed him as he needed her. 

As he took her in his arms, he realized that they needed each other in a way that only they could fully understand. And in giving to each other, they were renewing themselves for their partners. 

As their lips met and their tongues began to dance, the time they had been apart vanished like a mirage. And so it would be, now and for a very long time to come. 

It was the eternal triangle, of course, but its sharp edges had been rounded by honesty and infinite love, transforming it into an endlessly renewing circle...

Beth relaxed as she realized that she did not need to lead this dance—she was securely in her son's competent hands. Those strong hands caressed her hair, her face, and then her body, every touch leaving a fiery trail. She began to burn with desire for him, at first with softly glowing embers scattered around her body.

Jason felt his mother's hands exploring him. She was surprised to find him larger and more muscular than she had remembered—then she realized that he was now becoming a professional athlete and had a fully developed man's body. She caressed his neck, recalling how her fingernails there could arouse him, then she moved lower, feeling the solid breadth of his shoulders, hanging on to him as he felt her, repaying his arousing touch with compound interest.

She smiled to herself as she saw that he had not changed in one crucial aspect—it took very little effort on her part to make him crazy with lust. By the time she had pulled off his shirt and was nibbling on his neck and teasing his nipples, he was well on the way to becoming an animal focused on ravishing her. Beth redoubled her efforts, wanting him as ravenous as possible.

By now, he had managed to remove her top and bra and was working on her nipples and breasts, fanning the embers into a flame. He remembered how she loved to have her breasts stimulated, and he soon saw that nothing had changed. As her nipples and areolas became swollen, a flush spread across her chest, and soft moans began to accompany her heavier breathing. Her playful nips on his neck and shoulders became more firm and her hands moved downward, finding him already hard inside his shorts. The heat of her arousal was beginning to burn both of them.

Beth pulled off Jason's the gym shorts and his erection sprang forth, ready for action. She grabbed it firmly, almost roughly, and hung onto it as though she would never again let it go. Her iron grip aroused and flattered him as he realized how much this woman wanted and needed his cock. He resolved to give her as much as she could handle—and then enough more to last her for a long time.

He fumbled briefly with her jeans, both of them working frantically. Soon they slid off along with her underpants. And so they were again naked together.

They stopped, almost on cue, and regarded themselves and each other, taking in each other's bodies and remembering...

At first, he had been so young and uncertain. She, older and experienced, had also been uncertain—and frightened. Then they had lusted and rutted—and loved and shared. 

And grown. Oh, how they had both grown. 

He was bigger, fitter, more manly in every way; and he was now a man. Confident, self-aware, competent, honest and trustworthy, he was the kind of man that any woman—or women—could be proud to be with.

She had become a vibrant, passionate woman. One who honored her past life and loves, but who had learned to embrace the day, the moment. One who had learned to love with more than just her heart and body. One who was aware of her spirit; one who could her inner light as a way to illuminate her life and the lives of those she loved.

They looked at each other anew, seeing how they were both transformed, reveling in where they had come in their own journeys. And they saw two aroused, sexually desirable people—a man and a woman who were passionately eager to untie their bodies in sexual intercourse.

Beth looked at her son, seeking guidance as to how he wanted her. He smiled and gently guided her to the floor, positioning her on her hands and knees, lifting her hips. Beth assumed the position, assisting him in arranging her for penetration, trembling ever so slightly with anticipation.

Jason watched as she raised her ass and tilted her hips. Her lips parted, and the entrance to her vagina gaped open, moist and inviting. He saw her clitoris, erect and protruding from beneath its hood.

It was time.

He took her with one driving, pneumatic thrust, the hot firmness of his erection meeting the suctioning warmth of her pussy. The movement did not stop until he had pressed and she had sucked him fully inside her. He continued to press forward, exploring the full depth of his mother's vagina, seeking her womb. She pressed back hard against him, grinding and rotating her hips, wanting to suck him in deeper and more fully—to be filled with him to her mouth, her eyes, to embrace him with her entire body.

He reveled in the feeling of penetrating a woman again—it had been so long. His loins again ached with the desire to thrust. As he began to move in and out, he thought of Leah. As always, she had been right: he had needed this. More to the point, he could see that Beth was aching for it too. Even as they began, he knew that this act would not only fulfill a need of his, it would help his mom and, most important to him, it would bring him closer to his wife.

Beth gasped as her potent son began to move strongly inside her. She felt her whole body responding to his thrusting. Even though her relations with Angie were otherworldly good, she missed this one aspect of physical love. And she knew that she was about to get it good. Jason grasped her waist and held her in a firm grip as he worked slowly in and out of her. 

As her son plumbed her depths ever more deeply Beth groaned. Jason gritted his teeth and began to bang into her more firmly.

"Oh God, Jason. Fuck me harder," Beth groaned.

"You asked for it, bitch," Jason grunted, picking up the pace. He felt Beth's body twitch with excitement.

Suddenly, he saw the bedroom door open and his wife and Angie walked out. Leah was naked; Angie topless. He stopped, gaping at them as though caught in the act.

Leah immediately walked over to him and spanked his ass playfully. "What the fuck are you waiting for," she asked teasingly. "Go ahead and fuck the lady. You know she wants it—don't you?" Her hand remained on his ass and she reached underneath to feel his balls, still swinging freely. She lowered her voice and spoke softly into his ear. "And you need it too, don't you, my love? I want to see you fuck her like crazy. Would you show me how you fuck her?" Leah asked teasingly. 

She needed to supply no further encouragement. Her husband began to move again, thrusting into his mother firmly, decisively. Angie looked on, stunned and fascinated—and a good bit aroused, she had to admit to herself. She sat on the floor, watching the lovers as they resumed their carnal labors. Leah came and sat next to her. Instinctively, they embraced as they watched their partners, both smiling as they shared the experience.

"How do you feel?" asked Angie.

"You don't really need to ask that, do you?" replied Leah with a little giggle.

"No, but it seemed like the sensitive thing to say," countered Angie. They both laughed. In the background, Beth and Jason were beginning to grunt with their efforts.

Angie leaned over and asked Leah, "It seems so violent. Is that what it's always like?"

Leah nodded. "Well, that always what it's like with Jason," she said with a smile. "That why it's so good with him." 

As if to emphasize her point, Beth wailed, "Oh Jesus Christ, fuck me harder" as her son pounded away. He paused to catch his breath, then withdrew. When Beth looked around, he firmly guided her onto her back, then re-entered her in their favorite missionary position. Now they could kiss and caress each other freely, and they hungrily began to make love with their whole bodies: kissing, licking, biting, squeezing, caressing. Most of all, by thrusting and fucking with renewed energy and zeal.

Angie shook her head, not fully understanding, but watching carefully. She wanted to learn more about the wonderful and mysterious woman she was married to, and this was showing her a whole new side of Beth. She had known of it, of course, and they had discussed it in some detail. But it was very different to have the opportunity to watch her wife actually in the act. She felt that she was being afforded a great opportunity to learn and to grow.

Angie looked over at Leah, and saw that a change had come over her. Leah was once again flushed and her nipples were erect. She watched her husband and his mother with rapt attention, and Angie could see how their carnal exploits were exciting her.

Recalling that Leah's erotic massage had been interrupted, Angie realized that she still needed some kind of release. The tension that was building inside her had reached the point where it was becoming unhealthy. Angie thought of resuming her massage on the spot, so Leah could continue to watch the spectacle that was unfolding before her. But then she had a better idea.

She gently caressed Leah's arm, getting her attention. As Leah turned to her, Angie gave her a soft kiss on the mouth. Leah responded instantly, hungrily, as her whole being ached for intimate contact. Angie gently pulled away and took Leah's hand, helping her to rise. Leah looked at her questioningly but rose to her feet. 

Angie led her over to Jason and Beth, caressing her body as they stood, looking down at the lovers. When they were directly above Beth, Angie whispered softly, "Keel, please. Right over her face." Leah nodded, almost in a trance-like state. As she knelt, Angie gently guided her into position. She exchanged a glace with Beth, who smiled and nodded eagerly. Angie could tell that her wife was anxious to explore this new relation.

As Leah settled into position, she came face to face with her husband. His face lit up as he realized what was happening.

"Hi there," Leah said softly. "Fancy meeting you here. Do you come here often?" Jason briefly slowed down, now wanting to make this incredible experience last as long as possible. He looked down at his mother.

"I used to," he replied. "Not so much anymore."

"We might have to remedy that," sighed Leah. "You may have to come here a little more frequently." Then her back arched and she groaned.

"Is she, um, licking you?" Jason asked his wife.

"We're getting that project started right now," Leah replied. 

"Good. I think we're both going to be coming here. Very soon," grunted Jason, burying himself deeply into Beth.

Leah's eyes closed. "Oh yeah, she's licking me. Fuck yes, she's licking me." Then she gave a gasp and grabbed Jason hard, hanging on for support. "Christ, right there," she grunted. "Right fucking there, Beth. You're right on it," she growled as Beth's tongue found her clitoris.

Jason now resumed his thrusting as he watched Angie kneel behind his wife, reaching around to caress her breasts and body and bestowing little kisses and nibbles on Leah's neck, ears and shoulders. He saw his wife's nipples swell and a flush spread across her chest.

Inspired, Jason began pounding his mother harder. As he felt her hips quiver, he could hear her lapping faster at his wife. He slowed, giving Beth long, deep strokes and she followed his lead, slowing the pace of her licking. Jason controlled the pace, moving it ahead faster then backing off and teasing—and Beth matched his movements exactly.

Jason and Leah began kissing, and Jason realized he was fucking his wife through his mother. He began to focus on his wife, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible—just as if he were fucking her directly. Leah, too, realized that Beth was using her body to give her and her husband a chance to experience the physical connection they had been yearning for. She kissed Jason deeply, feeling overwhelmed by love for both him and for the wonderful woman who was uniting them.

And then, Nature began to take her course.

Jason and Leah separated from their kiss. He looked into his wife's eyes, and saw the little girl, faraway look that she always got when she neared climax. As their eyes met, Angie softly kissed the back of Leah's neck and slid her hand up to cup her breast, gripping the nipple and twisting it firmly. Finally, months of pent-up tension found their release.

Leah's mouth fell open and Jason watched as her eyes rolled back, their green irises almost disappearing. Her head dropped back as her back arched and her body began to tremble, her pregnant belly arching forward toward her husband. She cried out as the orgasm hit her.

Jason, inflamed by this scene, hammered away at his mother for all he was worth, and within seconds he felt her vagina begin to contract rhythmically as she reached her climax. She was overcome and unable to continue to work on Leah, but Angie moved her other hand down and replaced Beth's tongue with her skilled fingers. As Beth groaned and bucked against her son, Angie milked Leah's clitoris, deepening and extending her orgasm.

Jason felt himself starting to come. He saw his wife's pregnant belly, and thought of how he and his mother had fantasized about having a child together. In that instant, he realized that Beth might not still be using birth control—in fact, she probably wasn't—and that he might actually impregnate her.

With a supreme effort of will, he slowed down, riding Beth firmly through her orgasm and giving her as much pleasure as he could. In front of him, his beautiful wife was shuddering again, in the throes of yet another powerful orgasm. Jason gently withdrew from Beth, and resumed kissing Leah as she trembled, then became more still, gradually coming back down to Earth.

Angie enfolded Leah in a strong embrace, supporting her as her legs and body went rubbery and limp. Leah fell back against Angie, who gently helped Jason get her dismounted from Beth. They laid her floor next to Beth, both women still in a state of utter bliss. Beth reached out and took Leah's hand and they held hands, united in their love. 

Jason and Angie went to their partners, caressing and holding them. As each couple lay together the felt a deeper love for each other than they had ever believed possible.

Beth was the first to speak. "Wow. That was wonderful," she said, speaking to both Jason and Angie. Then she spoke directly to her wife. "Thank you, love. You have given me the best gift that I could have ever dreamed of."

Angie kissed her and whispered in her ear, "I knew you needed that. How do you feel now?" 

"I feel wonderful—especially seeing them together like that," Beth said, smiling and looking at Jason and Leah. They were bubbling over with love and affection for each other.

Beth repeated, "I feel absolutely wonderful." Then she looked up at Angie's bare chest and saw how flushed she was. Her small nipples were furiously erect. Beth reached up and gently played with Angie's breasts and nipples. Angie gasped.

"I think someone else needs something," Beth said softly. She fixed Angie with her gaze. Angie submitted instantly, flooding herself hungrily into her wife.

Beth's gaze never left Angie as she gently laid her on her back and removed her shorts. She began to softly caress Angie's thighs. Angie began to breathe more heavily and her legs parted slightly, allowing Beth free access to her genitals. Beth's hand gently stroked, then slowly penetrated her.




Massage Mat Ch. 09



Leah and Jason watched, fascinated, as Beth took Angie. 

Angie was now motionless, scarcely breathing, as Beth's hand remained firmly locked between her legs. The hand moved ever so slightly, and the gaze never left her. Leah saw Jason's face, rapt with attention as his mother made love to her wife. His cock twitched as it rose flat against his stomach, spattering clear fluid onto both of them.

Angie's breathing became deeper and more urgent as a flush spread across her chest. Her body gave a convulsive shiver. "Ha!" she cried out, sounding almost like a martial artist in combat. Beth simply continued her work—her gaze continued to fix Angie as her hand moved in gentle, almost microscopic circles.

"Ha!" came another cry from Angie as she shivered again, more violently this time. The flush spread up her neck to her face as her body became animated with spastic energy. Her legs straightened and clenched together around Beth's hand, and she grunted as her hips twitched upward. Angie's body became rigid as she responded to Beth's unwavering gaze and skillful hand. As every muscle became tense, her breath came in more raspy, guttural gasps.

"Ha!" cried Angie once again as her back arched. Then again, "Ha!" as her head fell backward—the cries were coming closer together now as her slender body continued to lock itself into rigidity. Her muscles rippled through her skin, and she began to quiver. Beads of sweat appeared on her face and chest. Her eyes never left Beth, but they were getting wider and taking on a more desperate look. She was seeking it, yearning for it. Beth concentrated her will, giving her lover exactly what she needed.

Angie arched up, legs as taut as bowstrings, back bowed, resting only on her feet and shoulders as she trembled convulsively with her release. For a long moment, there was only a guttural rasping cry from deep in her throat, then finally, with one final, explosive "Ha!" Angie jerked convulsively and relaxed, settling back down to the floor.

Beth enfolded her with her arms, pulling her close. Angie returned the embrace, hugging Beth tightly. As if choreographed, they closed their eyes at the same time, releasing each other back to their own selves, then lay together quietly, intertwined like two vines.

Jason turned to Leah and smiled. She returned his look, but neither of them said anything, not wanting to disrupt the mystical union they saw before them. After some time, Beth opened her eyes and kissed Angie.

"Are you back?" she asked softly.

"Yes, dammit," Angie replied as a soft smile curled the corners of her mouth. "I don't know where you send me, but it's pure bliss." Beth chuckled, then looked over at Leah and Jason. They were sitting, holding hands and watching. Beth couldn't help but notice Jason's still-unfulfilled erection jutting up majestically.

"I think there is still one of us who needs some kind of release," she said, looking directly at her son. Angie followed her gaze. Her eyes widened when she saw it.

"Well," said Leah with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "I've already had sex with everyone in our, mmm, extended family." She looked across at Beth and continued, "So has mom." Beth smiled and nodded. Understanding where Leah was heading, she simply looked in Angie's direction. 

"Right," Leah confirmed, looking at her husband, "I think there are two slackers here, though." She gently patted Jason's erection and said softly. "Maybe we should put that thing to use bonding us all together some more."

By now, Beth had taken Angie's hand. As Angie followed Leah's meaning, however, her body once again became tense—this time with apprehension. Her face paled, and she shook her head nervously. 

"Oh my God. I couldn't—I just couldn't," she said hoarsely. She looked at Beth desperately. "If you really want me to, I could try, I guess, but..." her voice trailed off.

But now it was Jason's turn to speak. He removed Leah's hand from his penis, then gently reached across and ruffled Angie's hair as he had in the store. "You're amazing, Angie, and I want you to be happy around us. Don't do anything you're not comfortable with. I don't want that. Besides, we already are a family—we don't need to have sex with each other to prove it. I think everyone has shown a lot of love here already. I know you have, for sure."

Angie reached up and took Jason's hand from her hair and kissed it. "Thank you, Jason," she said simply. "Thank you for understanding how I feel." Then, turning to Leah she continued, "You've chosen well. He is a wonderful man." She cast her eyes down. "I'm sorry to disappoint you on this, though. I know you would like me to..." 

Leah reached over and hugged her. "I'm not disappointed at all. I just thought it might be fun for you. If it's not—well, let's just say that Jason still has numerous good options available." They all laughed at that, and the tension was broken.

Leah was proud of Jason, and was surprised to find that she got the greatest pleasure when she was proud of him for things not accomplished on a hockey rink. She had always known him to be an amazing athlete and a wonderful guy. 

Now, though, she saw more in him that she had even imagined. She saw that he was becoming a great person—strong, mature and willing to reach out to others. Added to his other qualities she began to understand that she had in fact chosen very well.

Leah's reverie was broken as Beth said, "Well, Jason, I have another idea—if my wife is willing." She whispered into Angie's ear. Angie's brow furrowed at first, but soon a smile lit up her face and she nodded eagerly.

"I would like that very much," she told Beth.

"Then it's settled," Beth said firmly. She took Jason's hand and led him over to the sofa, again taking the lead. "Sit," she commanded. Jason obeyed, looking perplexed. 

Immediately, Angie hopped onto the sofa next to him, settling herself on his left. She nuzzled gently against him, and he felt her pert breasts against his bare skin. His erection stirred. Beth turned to Leah.

"Darling, I think you know your place in this," Beth said simply. 

"Let me guess. Here?" Leah giggled, kneeling between Jason's legs, his throbbing penis only inches from her face. Beth laughed and nodded.

"Yeah. I got this," Leah whispered. Jason felt her hot breath against his cock, and a small bead of viscous liquid slowly formed at the tip. As Leah watched, it gradually oozed out, slowly dripping down the turgid shaft. Beth settled herself next to Leah and began caressing Jason's thigh and belly with her left hand, while she stroked Leah's hair and back with her right. She looked up at her son.

"Jason, darling, I'd like you to let Angie gaze into your eyes," Beth told him. "She has a gift that she would like to share with you." Jason looked over at Angie, who simply smiled and nodded. It was Jason's turn to smile.

"I remember how you've done that to me," he told his mother. "It's amazing."

"I think you'll find that Angie's gift is very different from mine," Beth told him. "Just experience it and you'll understand." 

Jason looked down at Leah. She raised her head and their eyes met. Leah nodded eagerly. "Oh yes," she told her husband with a big smile. "Oh yes, Jason. I would like for us to share this, too." Her eyes shone with love—and excitement. Jason's smile broadened.

"Ok, I'm in," he said, turning to Angie. "Do it to me."

Angie brought her left hand up and stroked Jason's chest, gradually letting her hand come to rest on his heart. He looked down and saw her wedding ring, glowing softly in the twilight. 

Then their eyes met, and her blue eyes seemed to engulf him. His world turned into a sea of deep blue. Beth lovingly stroked Leah's hair, then let her hand trail down onto her son's loins, further stimulating him. Her left hand caressed his belly, taut with arousal. Jason became aware of his mother's hand next to Angie's, their matching wedding rings glowing softly and moving together gently as they caressed him.

Closing the circle, Leah took him into her mouth and brought her left hand up to encircle his throbbing penis, adding the stroking of her soft hand to the urgent suckling of her mouth. As she did so, Jason saw her ring—the wedding ring that united her to him—next to Beth and Angie's. And so the three wedding rings were brought together, connecting his heart, his belly and his loins.

And then the deep blue pool of Angie's gaze deepened, drawing him in further. 

The rings danced together before him, bobbing, spinning and twirling playfully in the blue sea. They began to vibrate with pulsating, throbbing energy, and Jason felt himself rising, almost leaving the ground. His back arched, thrusting his loins further into his wife's eager mouth. Leah willingly accepted him, her blonde head moving steadily up and down, giving him exquisite pleasure.

Another deep blue wave cascaded over him and the rings danced again. They began to merge—to interlock. As he watched, fascinated, the rings united, slowly fusing into an unbreakable golden chain. 

At one end was Angie, ethereal woman of the stars, for whom physical love was a gateway to deeper levels of spiritual enlightenment. 

On the opposite side was his mother, the sensual, carnal, earthy female. Her body was the gateway for union with her beloved Earth—the source of continuing fertility and renewal.

And uniting them was Leah. His Leah. Fiercely loyal, honest and dependable, she never backed down or gave up. Never. Ever. "You can do anything if you put your mind to it" was the creed she received from her mother, and she lived up to it with every fiber of her being. In so doing, she became a source of inspiration and energy, lifting others up. 

"Quite a girl," as the saying went. 

Her relentless honesty and unlimited capacity to love had helped him to heal his body, mind and soul. And she was the mother of his child. And she was completely his. Always and forever. 

The center ring expanded, filling his mind and senses.

As Jason reached this climax of enlightenment, he could think only about giving all of himself to his beloved Leah. He wanted only that she should receive all of him. He felt himself soaring into the heavens as the blue sea surrounded and overwhelmed him, pouring in and through and around him. As he ascended he became as liquid as the sea. 

And then he poured himself into his wife. 

First, his seed. All of it, in full measure and running over. Powerful spasms of his body sent his essence fountaining forth from him into her. Then his mind, his heart—all of him flooded into her. 

Finally he gave his soul. His spirit. Given to her again, and again, and again. Everything he had, everything he could be, everything he wanted to be was given to her—for her—with her—as it would be forever and ever.

He rose with Leah, and together they shot to the stars, rising and soaring until he was completely spent.

The blue pool transformed itself into a comforting cloud, surrounding him like a warm, soft blanket, lowering him back down to mother Earth, comforting him, assuring him he had done well...

"...beautiful," he heard his mother's voice from afar. He drifted off again, still bobbing like a cork on the vast blue sea.

"Um...he's not, like, in a coma or anything is he? That was pretty intense." Now he heard his wife's voice.

He felt a hand ruffle his chest hair, and he opened his eyes slightly. The blue sea receded and he saw Angie's eyes. He realized for the first time how beautiful they were.

"Aha. Signs of life," came Leah's musical giggle. She was as giddy as a schoolgirl. 

Jason opened his eyes fully, and his wife came into focus. She looked radiant, transformed, beautiful. The same aura emanated from his mother and Angie. They surrounded him and the four of them embraced, united in love and joy.

They talked softly for a few moments, then Jason took Leah by the hand and they went to their room. Beth watched them with mixed emotions. Angie understood and let her have a moment. Then she rose and helped Beth to stand. They held hands.

"Come to bed," Angie said softly, "You'll feel better after a good night's sleep."

"I feel good now," answered Beth, "it's just a little complicated." She smiled brightly. "But it feels good. It feels—right." She put her arms around Angie. "And this feels the most right of all," she said, kissing her.

Jason and Leah sat in their darkened room, quietly holding one another, reflecting on what had just occurred. 

"If the first evening was any indication, this is going to be one hell of a week," sighed Leah.

"Yeah, I may wind up in traction if this keeps up," answered Jason with a tired chuckle. "This is going to play hell with my workout schedule." 

Then they were silent for a long time, lost in thoughts and memories. Voices came from down the hall.

"I wonder what they're saying," Jason said mischievously, rising. "Let's go listen." 

"No," said Leah firmly, taking his arm to stop him, "We've got our own family and our own bedroom—that's enough right now." She opened her arms for Jason. "Get your ass in bed and hug Junior and me." 

Jason smiled, realizing her wisdom. He returned to bed and joined her, enfolding her in a warm embrace. As he did so, he bumped against Leah's swollen tummy. As if in protest, Junior unleashed a vigorous kick.

"Oof," grunted Leah, patting her belly as if to console it. "Take it easy, killer." She looked at Jason and giggled. "I think that mega-orgasm I had must have shaken him up a little. He's wide awake now."

"We do have our own family now," Jason said contentedly, resting his hand on his wife's stomach and feeling Junior stirring. "And now we only have 19,999 to go."

"Oh Jesus Christ," groaned Leah in mock protest. "One is hard enough."

They cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms. Not even Junior could keep his mom awake this time.

While Beth was in the bathroom brushing her teeth, Angie began to arrange their things in the spare room. Looking in the closet, she saw a dusty, blue mat crumpled in the corner looking forlorn and forgotten.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Wrammpf wrrt?" asked Beth without removing the toothbrush from her mouth.

"You're lucky that I don't really need to hear what you're saying," quipped Angie. "What the hell is a massage mat? You mean I have a rival?" she giggled, taking the worn object and showing it to Beth.

Beth cleaned her mouth and tenderly took the mat from Angie. As she recalled all that had happened over the years, her eyes grew moist. "This is the source of all of our...journeys," she said softly, tenderly hugging the mat to her. Tears began to run down her cheeks.

"What? That?" asked Angie, incredulous. Beth nodded and took her hand, leading her to the bed. Angie sat on the edge of the bed, expectant. 

Beth sat next to her, cuddling the mat as she told her the story from the beginning. When she finished, Angie's eyes were moist too. She tenderly stroked the worn mat. "You have been a great teacher and guide," she said tenderly, taking it from Beth. She folded it neatly, placed it on the bedside table and bowed to it.

"I would like to keep it close to us. Always," she said. Beth nodded.

Angie lit a candle and placed it next to the mat. Then she knelt and bowed again. Beth watched, smiling and shaking her head. She had learned that Angie's rituals were important to her. Angie closed her eyes as if in prayer, then nodded a final tribute to the mat. She climbed into bed.

"For a long time I thought it was only a source of trouble," said Beth. "Now I see things differently. It's been a savior in so many ways," she added, joining Angie.

"Yes it has," agreed Angie, turning toward the bedside table. 

Beth gently put her hand on her wife's shoulder and turned her back so they were face to face. She fixed her gaze on Angie. Angie resisted for the briefest moment, then yielded. She had learned that Beth's rituals were important to her, too.

Angie felt the now-familiar sensation of being drawn into Beth, losing the boundary between herself and her lover. Beth's hand began to gently explore her loins. Angie gasped.

"Again?" she asked very softly.

"Again and always. For ever and ever," her wife whispered.

"You always take me to such a wonderful place," Angie gasped, already finding the edge of herself.

They lay together, silent and motionless, eyes locked in their special dance. Beth felt Angie's essence fully drawn into her. Together they floated away to their magical world.

"You helped me find a beautiful place to be," Beth told her with her thoughts. "And I'm taking you with me."